Monday, April 1, 2013

100 Words a Day 229

Driving into San Francisco from Oakland Airport isn’t anything like entering a city in the Midwest. After you pass by downtown, which is rather small, you come to a series of hills. Unlike the flat, sprawling grid of tall apartments in places like Chicago, the hills of San Francisco are crisscrossed with roads that often seem to stop and start at random and are covered with houses. The houses are a riot of colors and designs, no tw¬o looking exactly alike. ¬¬From a distance and in the sun the houses shine, but up close they can appear a bit dingy.

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