Years ago when I moved to SF, I cooked soul food in a jazz club 7 nights a week and lived in a hotel with weekly rates in the Tenderloin, a coin-op television above my bed and a bottle of Carlo Rossi below it. Whenever I had a day off I’d make my way to North Beach, read books in the 3rd floor of City Lights and walk around Chinatown.
In Fall ’09 I moved back to the city and landed in North Beach. This is an impromptu love letter to the old heart of the city. Video footage by David Luraschi.