I don’t know about you, but I am naturally vain. No matter how gorgeous the day, no matter how distracted I can be by the beauty around me, a large reflective surface always catches my eye. Judge me if you want, but I’m sure you’re caught yourself checking out your own mug in a window as you walk by.

We’ve been walking from home to the SF Ferry Plaza Farmer’s Market on Saturdays. To be fully honest, we don’t normally buy anything, instead sampling the wares, appreciating the people watching, and getting inspired to head out to Clement and get free-range chicken at a third of the price.

While we like to walk through North Beach on the way there — I love the smell of stale Broadway in the morning — we walk back on the Embarcadero, dodging the bad-font t-shirts and wobby cyclists. Today, we discovered the SF Public Beach walk, between the Plaza and Lafitte.

It was quiet, previously unseen to me –  a pleasant change in pace that put a smile on my face.

I couldn’t help but snap a picture, and in the process caught my travel companion as well.