This is particularly unflattering photo of me riding a cable car in 2000. That trip I stayed at the Maxwell, another boutique hotel.There is this hotel in San Francisco…The Rex. I love it there. It’s a Joie de Vive hotel and in the theme of a “library”.
A very old building it has been restored and maintained beautifully. The rooms are perfectly small, with high ceilings and good baths.
It makes you feel as if you had just stepped into the 1940’s. On the bedside table there is a disc player, a couple of jazz cd’s are resting there for you to create your own ambiance.
An amazing “library” lounge on the main floor invites you to wine on the house in the library at 7pm daily for guests to meet and mingle, talk quietly in huge overstuffed library chairs, the old world feel is given depth with antique globes, glass fronted library shelves, soft dark colours and gentle lighting. Or you can just go down on your own to relax.
They have an exquisite restaurant in the hotel with an incredible chef.
Right off Union Square, about 2 blocks only, it is perfect to come home to after a day of full on shopping/exploring.
Haven't been in about a year now...each time I go to SF I seem to come home with more shoes than I left home with...just happens...
I have a strange affinity to the town...the bridge...the island makes my eyes water...Alcatraz, all I see is the human condition and how we treat one another.
And then there is this bread...sourdough that is in neat round balls of warm, nutty, chewy heaven. The way food is prepared here is very very fresh and beautiful.
I hold this town dear to my heart...I leave a little piece of me behind here each time I head north.
