It is crushingly picturesque in Alamo Square. This weekend I was compelled to play tourist when I walked by, bumbling around with my iPhone in an attempt to capture a beauty that I'm not sure any picture can do justice to.
I prefer the run down and rusted side streets of San Francisco, peeling with graffiti - nothing you might find on a postcard. But the charm of this park has nuzzled its way into my heart.
I do believe I'm becoming preemptively homesick for San Francisco.