I stopped at Café de la Presse on Grant and Bush, a lovely French café that makes a mean latte and croque madame. After La Boulange, Café de la Presse was a favourite sketching spot of mine in the city. It's a perfect place for a croissant and some people watching.
Lunch was tapas and sangria at Cha Cha Cha on Haight with my friend Metzalli, who is a talented artist and maker of bags. We had a seafood ceviche, fried plantains and chicken quesadilla. I am crazy about plantains, which are related to the banana, and have missed them ever since I left, so naturally we had to get a plate. Four hours later, we realised it was four hours later, and had to part ways.
Harika is the Turkish word for wonderful, marvellous, extraordinary. It has always been one of my most favourite words, for both its meaning and the pleasure of pronouncing it.
Welcome to Harika, the adventures of a compulsive sketcher.