I decided to create this page because sometimes, as I toot about, I come across a vivid reminder of why I love this city. Sometimes, these small reminders don’t warrant a full post, but they do make me smile.

Take this first picture for example. I was sitting in my car, waiting for C to finish up with her tutor when these two girls walked up. They stopped in front of my car and plucked some yellow flowers from a bush planted near the sidewalk. The taller girl, the one in the blue blouse (with blue fingernails to match) twirled a single flower between her fingers and then plucked off each petal, one by one, as the other girl filmed her.

No doubt, they were undergraduates making a movie for some film class. Or they may even have been young film makers. As I sat there, I wondered what I’d have been life if I’d lived here during my twenties. Who knows what I would have done. But it was fun watch these young women working to make their art–whatever it turns out to be. And that’s the thing about this city: something about the mix of old and young, the funkiness and the grime, the progressive and the provencial, makes you feel like anything is possible.