#Crissy Marsh

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San Francisco's well-known parks

There are a number of well-known parks in San Francisco that you might want to visit if you want to spend some time there. Golden Gate Park, Crissy Field, and Mission Dolores Park are a few of them. The Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, the Exploratorium, and the Point Reyes National Seashore are additional attractions.

A sizable open park called Dolores Park can be found in San Francisco's Mission neighborhood. It has great views of the city skyline and is perched on a hill. One of the most well-liked locations in the city for picnics is the park.

This park has long been recognized as a landmark in the community. The city government bought the land in 1905 and later turned it into a park. Two baseball diamonds, a 300-by-50-foot lake, a sizable stone staircase, and a lovely garden were all part of the original plan.

In San Francisco, California, there is a sizable urban park called Golden Gate Park. It is a well-liked travel destination for city tourists.

From east to west, Golden Gate Park is three miles long and contains more than 1,000 acres of public land. The park has a variety of gardens, lakes, and playing fields. In addition, the park hosts a variety of attractions and activities.

The renowned museum of fine arts, the de Young Museum, is located in Golden Gate Park. Explore exhibits dedicated to nature, animals, art, and more.

One of San Francisco's most popular parks and tourist destinations is Crissy Field. Crissy Field is the perfect location to appreciate nature because of its breathtaking views of the Golden Gate Bridge.

The park offers a wide range of enjoyable activities. Visitors can go outside and explore the tidal marshes, beaches, and trails there. The park serves as a natural habitat for local species.

Visitors can traverse the park on foot or by bicycle. The park is a great location for a picnic in the afternoon. Start on the east side if you want to take a stroll.

California's Marin County contains the 100 square miles of coastal bluffs, beaches, and forests that make up the Point Reyes National Seashore. There are numerous ecosystems and more than 1,500 different plant and animal species.

People from San Francisco frequently take day trips to this wilderness area by the sea. One of the biggest herds of tule elk in the state can be found there as well. Elk are protected at the Point Reyes Wildlife Area, which provides a variety of wildlife experiences.

The national seashore does not allow vehicles, but there are a number of clearly marked trails.

The Point Reyes bluffs and beaches are the best places to go hiking if you prefer that activity. The Earthquake Trail and the Sculptured Beach Trail are two of the best trails.

Yerba Buena Center for the Arts is a fantastic option if you're looking for the best art in San Francisco. The museum's collection of exhibits is impressive and features cutting-edge contemporary art. Regular performances and other free events are also held there.

The Yerba Buena Center has a broad program as part of its goal to support the Bay Area's artistic and cultural development. Live performances, full-length movies, works of visual art, and dance performances are all featured. Along with a children's playground, other amenities include a bowling alley and an ice skating rink.

Look no further than Buena Vista Park if you're looking for a great location to take your family hiking. This park on a hilltop offers breathtaking views of the city.

36 acres of open space with trails and a natural area make up Buena Vista Park. It's a well-liked neighborhood getaway that's also a fantastic place for a jog or an intense workout.

A bustling neighborhood and grand mansions surround the park. Between the lower and upper Haight is where it is situated. There are many bars and eateries close by.

The park is accessible by car or bus. From Market, Muni Metro Bus 71 ascends Haight Street. Typically, metered parking is available in the area. Finding a parking spot might be challenging depending on the time of day.

The Exploratorium is an interactive museum with the goal of raising public awareness of the arts and our natural surroundings. The Exploratorium was established in 1969 by physicist Frank Oppenheimer and is devoted to the investigation of perception, science, and art. This museum, which is situated on Pier 15 of the Embarcadero, is well-liked by both visitors and locals.

The Exploratorium is one of the most entertaining tourist attractions in San Francisco and is packed with interactive displays, sculptures, and a wide range of art and science experiences. The museum gives visitors the chance to learn about a range of sciences, including chemistry, electromagnetism, static electricity, and computers.

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Congratulations to the winners of my recent The Thing About Apples Goodreads giveaway (which had nearly 1,000 entrants!) :

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San Francisco is full of so many great places to explore, and I have to admit that Crissy Field is one that I’ve passed by a few times but never found time to check out. In this 2003 episode of California’s Golden Coast Huell discovers the past, present, and future of this piece of land along San Francisco Bay. Crissy Field has become a wonderful getaway for city dwellers, so close to downtown and yet full of new life, with wonderful views of the Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge. You can learn more about the continuing restoration of this urban gem by clicking here.

In the premiere episode of California’s Golden Coast, Huell learns about an inspiring success story. Located at the Presidio in San Francisco, once a U.S. Army outpost and cornerstone of military operations on the West Coast, Crissy Field became the most significant site of aviation development in the western United States in the early part of the 20th Century.

Today, it is part of the Golden Gate National Recreation Area, and has been transformed from 100 acres of asphalt surrounded by chain link fence to a magnificent shoreline, which includes tidal marshes, pristine beaches and grassy green fields.

(Click on the linked image below to see the video.)

The Adventure Continues… Crissy Field San Francisco is full of so many great places to explore, and I have to admit that Crissy Field is one that I've passed by a few times but never found time to check out.

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Walking San Francisco & Thinking Out Loud Sometimes I get back from a long #powerphotowalk and I have dozens of pics like this but from crouching or laying down behind the fence and I'm scratching my head wondering WHY? So they all get deleted except for the one normal stand-up shot. In the summer months this walkway is jam-packed with tourists on their way to the Golden Gate Bridge with stops along the way at The Warming Hut, Torpedo Wharf and Fort Point. The views of Alcatraz Island, Angel Island, Fort Baker and The Golden Gate Bridge just some of what makes this walk so appealing. The 100 acre Crissy Field, former landing strip and airbase has been restored. As part of the site restoration effort in 1998-2000, individuals and groups from schools, corporations and civic organizations put in more than 100,000 native plants to help restore the Marsh and sand dunes natural Crissy Field. Thanks for the “likes” and , especially, for FOLLOWING me! Stay tuned as I get my Power Photo Walking tour company started here in “The City by the Bay”. I walked 1,400 miles in 2018 to snag these #originalphotos and I have way more to post. #sunrise_sunset #onlyinsf #the415guy #streetsofsf #alwayssf #visitcalifornia #sanfrancitizens #whereyoulive #abc7now #explorecalifornia #westcoast_exposures #californiaadventure #powerphotowalk #bestofbayarea #sf_insta #walksanfrancisco #seriouswalkers #calisunrise #travelphotography #travel #myproshot #photography #sf #sanfrancisco #pacific #photooftheday #picoftheday https://www.instagram.com/p/BtWKyGoglN5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=mdzma220n6u7

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At Crissy Field Marsh in the #goldengatenationalrecreationarea — I think these are Least Turns, stopping over in #sanfrancisco during their migration. . More info in my bio or at www.national-park-posters.com (at Crissy Field) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0Rp1quHklA/?igshid=1li1esi35l9ir

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Crissy Fields salt marsh and shorebird habitat restoration, San Francisco

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18 "rail-to-trail" projects following in the High Line's footsteps

The creators of New York's High Line have launched a platform to advise similar infrastructure reuse projects in the USA. We've rounded up the 18 other schemes in the works, including an OMA-designed bridge with ramps and waterfalls, and an underground park.

The hugely popular High Line park, designed by Diller Scofidio + Renfro and James Corner Field Operations, reclaimed a section of a disused elevated railway line along the Lower West Side of Manhattan.

Richard Hammond, one of the project's founders, has since launched the High Line Network. The initiative allows similar projects in North America, which he describes as "rail-to-trail", to share tips and advice on creating all-inclusive public parks in unusual spaces.

Read on to find out more about the network's 18 other projects:

Image by OMA and OLIN

11th Street Bridge Park, Washington DC by OMA and OLIN

Rem Koolhaas' architecture firm OMA has collaborated with landscape architects OLIN studio to design Washington DC's first elevated park on a bridge crossing the Anacastia river in the city's southeast quadrant.

Set to open in 2019, it will comprise a pair of ramps that slope up to offer raised views across the city, as well as cover to spaces underneath. Waterfalls will be placed at each end, with one linked to a filtration system that will clean the surrounding river water. An open plaza in the middle will host markets, festivals and performances.

Photograph by Christopher T Martin

Atlanta BeltLine, Atlanta, Georgia by Perkins + Will and Kimley Horn

The Belt Line is designed to occupy a series of abandoned railway corridors to create a route of parks, trails, transit and affordable housing, which will loop around Atlanta and connect 45 neighbourhoods.

Lined with art installations, the open trails will also include a botanical tree garden and parks to host free public activities like fitness classes. The first phase of the project opened in 2008 and it is anticipated to be fully completed by 2030.

Image courtesy of Houston Parks Board

Bayou Greenways 2020, Houston, Texas

The Bayou Greenways 2020 will see over 3,000 acres (1,214 hectares) along Houston's bayous – a marshy outlet of the river – made into a continuous park and hike-and-bike trails.

Aiming to transform the way that Houston's residents journey around the city, once completed it will mean that 60 per cent live within 1.5 miles of a bayou.

Buffalo Bayou, Houston, Texas by SWA, Page, Herves Descottes, Reed Hilderbrand and Lake/Flato

In progress for 30 years, the Buffalo Bayou project will revitalise a 10-mile (16-kilometre) stretch along the river in Houston into parks, trails and bridges.

It will take place in stages, with the current phase providing a play area, a dog park, performance pavilions, a cafe, as well as a pair of visitor centres for boat and bike rentals. The next section is planned for the eastern portion of the river.

Crissy Field, San Francisco, California by Hargreaves Associates

Occupying what was formerly an army airfield, the mile-long Crissy Field national park includes grassy land tidal marsh, and sand dunes, with 100,000 native plants that were planted by volunteers.

The community-backed project commenced before the High Line in 1996, but is set for a refresh. It currently hosts 1.2 million visitors a year and is home to 125 species of birds.

Dequindre Cut, Detroit, Michigan by Smith Group JJR

Measuring 20 feet (61 metres) wide, this greenway has enough room for both pedestrians and bicycles to travel between Detroit's east Riverfront, Eastern Market and residential neighbourhoods.

Previously the Grand Trunk Railroad line, the route mainly run under street level with parts passing underneath old structures that are now home to graffiti artwork. Its newest section runs along the Wilkins Street Plaza, which features cyclists with a spot to park bikes and seats to rest.

Photograph by Thomas McConnell

Klyde Warren Park, Dallas, Texas by Office of James Burnett, and Thomas Phifer and Associates

A children's park, dog park, lawn, performance pavilion, restaurant, reading and game room, and five water features are all included in the Kylid Warren Park, a 5.2-acre (2.1-hectare) park built above the Woodall Rodgers Freeway in Dallas.

Bridging uptown and downtown Dallas, the park hosts a broad public programme – from fitness and educational activities to free movie screenings, symphony concerts, and simulcasts of opera.

Image by Kibum Park/Raad Designs

Lowline, New York City, New York by James Ramsey and Daniel Barasch

The inverse version of the High Line, the Lowline will turn an abandoned trolley terminal at the heart of New York's Lower East Side into what is billed as the world's first underground park.

Parts of the infrastructure will be restored and a series of solar arrays will be used to create wells of light in the cavernous park, which will be filled with a variety of plants.

Presidio Tunnel Tops, San Francisco, California by James Corner Field Operations

James Corner Field Operations – one of the studios behind High Line – has planned this 14-acre green space atop the tunnelled road to the Golden Gate highway and surrounding parklands.

As well as paths and gardens, features will include a community plaza, a campfire circle, picnic areas and an interactive kids playground. It is currently under construction with its completion slated for 2019.

Image by DLANDstudio & WXY

Queensway, Queens, New York by DLANDstudio and WXY

This community-led project in Queens, New York, hopes to transform 3.5 miles (5.6 kilometres) of disused railway into a park for neighbourhoods that are lacking green space, so local children can connect with nature.

Taking cues from the High Line, the park will be lined with planting and benches, but have separate paths for cyclists and those on foot.

Image by Studio|Bryan Hanes

Rail Park, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by Studio Bryan Hanes and Urban Engineers

Aiming to "bring together diverse communities and serve as a focal point for the city", Philadelphia's Rail Park will convert an old rail line into three miles (4.8 kilometres) of green space that links 10 neighbourhoods.

It is hoped that it will also kickstart the redevelopment of the city's vacant spaces on the route, which runs along the former Reading Railroad Line.

Image by Daniel Lee Postaer

River LA, Los Angeles, California by Gehry Partners, OLIN and Geosyntec

A masterplan headed by Frank Gehry is set to revitalise the barren canal-like waterway that weaves through Los Angeles.

Currently a work in progress, it includes ideas like kayaking, playgrounds and undulating bikeways that are logged in the LA River Index and yet to be formalised. The public is also invited to submit suggestions.

Photograph courtesy of The Trust for Public Land

The 606, Chicago, Illinois by Collins Engineering, Michael Van Valkenburgh Associates, Frances Whitehead

Named after Chicago's postal code prefix, the 2.6-mile-long (4.2-kilometre) 606 park transformed the abandoned Bloomingdale Rail Line into elevated bicycle and pedestrian paths that spirals to the top of a hill.

Featuring parks and event spaces, the park, which opened in 2015, forms part of a wider mission to create more open space in the northwest of Chicago.

Image by Public Work

The Bentway, Toronto, Ontario by Public Work and Greenberg Consultants

The underpass of the Toronto's Gardiner Expressway is set to be transformed into a "thriving cultural hub" by 2018.

Threaded between the existing concrete columns, proposed activities include gardens, a skating rink, recreational amenities, markets, public art, exhibitions, festivals, theatre and musical performances.

Image by James Corner Field Operations

The Underline, Miami, Florida by James Corner Field Operations

Another James Corner Field Operations project, the 10-mile-long (16-kilometre) park and urban trail will be located below an elevated rail line in Downtown Miami.

Combining an existing bike trail and with a new pedestrian pathway, the routes will wind through different ecosystems filled with native plants, spaces for art and play, and pop-up structures.

Trinity River Park, Dallas, Texas by Michael Van Valkenburgh Associates and LimnoTech

Curving into either side of Dallas' Trinity River, the project will offer the community a series of recreational spaces, including elevated parks and places to gather and walk.

Opening in summer 2021, it also forms part of the city's masterplan to provide protection against flooding.

Waller Creek, Austin, Texas by Michael Van Valkenburgh Associates

Austin's neglected Waller Creek is set to be upgraded to 37 acres (15 hectares) of parks and three miles (4.8 kilometres) of bikes and paths opening in 2019.

At its heart, it will feature a green square that will lead down to a pavilion with a gridded roof that will host the cultural arts programme planned for the scheme.

Image by James Corner Field Operations

Waterfront Seattle, Seattle, Washington by James Corner Field Operations, Miller Hull, LMN & Mithun and Mithun

Described as a "waterfront for all", the 26-block-long park on Seattle's waterfront will create elevated overlooks, spaces, and places out of the space left by the removal of the Alaskan Way Viaduct.

Other features will include landscaped gardens designed to bio-filtrate stormwater, the rebuilding of a historic plaza for year-round public programmes, and a direct walkway to the Pike Place MarketFront plaza.

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Crissy Marsh, San Francisco

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18 "rail-to-trail" projects following in the High Line's footsteps

The creators of New York's High Line have launched a platform to advise similar infrastructure reuse projects in the USA. We've rounded up the 18 other schemes in the works, including an OMA-designed bridge with ramps and waterfalls, and an underground park.

The hugely popular High Line park, designed by Diller Scofidio + Renfro and James Corner Field Operations, reclaimed a section of a disused elevated railway line along the Lower West Side of Manhattan.

Richard Hammond, one of the project's founders, has since launched the High Line Network. The initiative allows similar projects in North America, which he describes as "rail-to-trail", to share tips and advice on creating all-inclusive public parks in unusual spaces.

Read on to find out more about the network's 18 other projects:

Image by OMA and OLIN

11th Street Bridge Park, Washington DC by OMA and OLIN

Rem Koolhaas' architecture firm OMA has collaborated with landscape architects OLIN studio to design Washington DC's first elevated park on a bridge crossing the Anacastia river in the city's southeast quadrant.

Set to open in 2019, it will comprise a pair of ramps that slope up to offer raised views across the city, as well as cover to spaces underneath. Waterfalls will be placed at each end, with one linked to a filtration system that will clean the surrounding river water. An open plaza in the middle will host markets, festivals and performances.

Photograph by Christopher T Martin

Atlanta BeltLine, Atlanta, Georgia by Perkins + Will and Kimley Horn

The Belt Line is designed to occupy a series of abandoned railway corridors to create a route of parks, trails, transit and affordable housing, which will loop around Atlanta and connect 45 neighbourhoods.

Lined with art installations, the open trails will also include a botanical tree garden and parks to host free public activities like fitness classes. The first phase of the project opened in 2008 and it is anticipated to be fully completed by 2030.

Image courtesy of Houston Parks Board

Bayou Greenways 2020, Houston, Texas

The Bayou Greenways 2020 will see over 3,000 acres (1,214 hectares) along Houston's bayous – a marshy outlet of the river – made into a continuous park and hike-and-bike trails.

Aiming to transform the way that Houston's residents journey around the city, once completed it will mean that 60 per cent live within 1.5 miles of a bayou.

Buffalo Bayou, Houston, Texas by SWA, Page, Herves Descottes, Reed Hilderbrand and Lake/Flato

In progress for 30 years, the Buffalo Bayou project will revitalise a 10-mile (16-kilometre) stretch along the river in Houston into parks, trails and bridges.

It will take place in stages, with the current phase providing a play area, a dog park, performance pavilions, a cafe, as well as a pair of visitor centres for boat and bike rentals. The next section is planned for the eastern portion of the river.

Crissy Field, San Francisco, California by Hargreaves Associates

Occupying what was formerly an army airfield, the mile-long Crissy Field national park includes grassy land tidal marsh, and sand dunes, with 100,000 native plants that were planted by volunteers.

The community-backed project commenced before the High Line in 1996, but is set for a refresh. It currently hosts 1.2 million visitors a year and is home to 125 species of birds.

Dequindre Cut, Detroit, Michigan by Smith Group JJR

Measuring 20 feet (61 metres) wide, this greenway has enough room for both pedestrians and bicycles to travel between Detroit's east Riverfront, Eastern Market and residential neighbourhoods.

Previously the Grand Trunk Railroad line, the route mainly run under street level with parts passing underneath old structures that are now home to graffiti artwork. Its newest section runs along the Wilkins Street Plaza, which features cyclists with a spot to park bikes and seats to rest.

Photograph by Thomas McConnell

Klyde Warren Park, Dallas, Texas by Office of James Burnett, and Thomas Phifer and Associates

A children's park, dog park, lawn, performance pavilion, restaurant, reading and game room, and five water features are all included in the Kylid Warren Park, a 5.2-acre (2.1-hectare) park built above the Woodall Rodgers Freeway in Dallas.

Bridging uptown and downtown Dallas, the park hosts a broad public programme – from fitness and educational activities to free movie screenings, symphony concerts, and simulcasts of opera.

Image by Kibum Park/Raad Designs

Lowline, New York City, New York by James Ramsey and Daniel Barasch

The inverse version of the High Line, the Lowline will turn an abandoned trolley terminal at the heart of New York's Lower East Side into what is billed as the world's first underground park.

Parts of the infrastructure will be restored and a series of solar arrays will be used to create wells of light in the cavernous park, which will be filled with a variety of plants.

Presidio Tunnel Tops, San Francisco, California by James Corner Field Operations

James Corner Field Operations – one of the studios behind High Line – has planned this 14-acre green space atop the tunnelled road to the Golden Gate highway and surrounding parklands.

As well as paths and gardens, features will include a community plaza, a campfire circle, picnic areas and an interactive kids playground. It is currently under construction with its completion slated for 2019.

Image by DLANDstudio & WXY

Queensway, Queens, New York by DLANDstudio and WXY

This community-led project in Queens, New York, hopes to transform 3.5 miles (5.6 kilometres) of disused railway into a park for neighbourhoods that are lacking green space, so local children can connect with nature.

Taking cues from the High Line, the park will be lined with planting and benches, but have separate paths for cyclists and those on foot.

Image by Studio|Bryan Hanes

Rail Park, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by Studio Bryan Hanes and Urban Engineers

Aiming to "bring together diverse communities and serve as a focal point for the city", Philadelphia's Rail Park will convert an old rail line into three miles (4.8 kilometres) of green space that links 10 neighbourhoods.

It is hoped that it will also kickstart the redevelopment of the city's vacant spaces on the route, which runs along the former Reading Railroad Line.

Image by Daniel Lee Postaer

River LA, Los Angeles, California by Gehry Partners, OLIN and Geosyntec

A masterplan headed by Frank Gehry is set to revitalise the barren canal-like waterway that weaves through Los Angeles.

Currently a work in progress, it includes ideas like kayaking, playgrounds and undulating bikeways that are logged in the LA River Index and yet to be formalised. The public is also invited to submit suggestions.

Photograph courtesy of The Trust for Public Land

The 606, Chicago, Illinois by Collins Engineering, Michael Van Valkenburgh Associates, Frances Whitehead

Named after Chicago's postal code prefix, the 2.6-mile-long (4.2-kilometre) 606 park transformed the abandoned Bloomingdale Rail Line into elevated bicycle and pedestrian paths that spirals to the top of a hill.

Featuring parks and event spaces, the park, which opened in 2015, forms part of a wider mission to create more open space in the northwest of Chicago.

Image by Public Work

The Bentway, Toronto, Ontario by Public Work and Greenberg Consultants

The underpass of the Toronto's Gardiner Expressway is set to be transformed into a "thriving cultural hub" by 2018.

Threaded between the existing concrete columns, proposed activities include gardens, a skating rink, recreational amenities, markets, public art, exhibitions, festivals, theatre and musical performances.

Image by James Corner Field Operations

The Underline, Miami, Florida by James Corner Field Operations

Another James Corner Field Operations project, the 10-mile-long (16-kilometre) park and urban trail will be located below an elevated rail line in Downtown Miami.

Combining an existing bike trail and with a new pedestrian pathway, the routes will wind through different ecosystems filled with native plants, spaces for art and play, and pop-up structures.

Trinity River Park, Dallas, Texas by Michael Van Valkenburgh Associates and LimnoTech

Curving into either side of Dallas' Trinity River, the project will offer the community a series of recreational spaces, including elevated parks and places to gather and walk.

Opening in summer 2021, it also forms part of the city's masterplan to provide protection against flooding.

Waller Creek, Austin, Texas by Michael Van Valkenburgh Associates

Austin's neglected Waller Creek is set to be upgraded to 37 acres (15 hectares) of parks and three miles (4.8 kilometres) of bikes and paths opening in 2019.

At its heart, it will feature a green square that will lead down to a pavilion with a gridded roof that will host the cultural arts programme planned for the scheme.

Image by James Corner Field Operations

Waterfront Seattle, Seattle, Washington by James Corner Field Operations, Miller Hull, LMN & Mithun and Mithun

Described as a "waterfront for all", the 26-block-long park on Seattle's waterfront will create elevated overlooks, spaces, and places out of the space left by the removal of the Alaskan Way Viaduct.

Other features will include landscaped gardens designed to bio-filtrate stormwater, the rebuilding of a historic plaza for year-round public programmes, and a direct walkway to the Pike Place MarketFront plaza.

Related story

New York gives thumbs up to subterreanean Lowline park

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Proteus

A quiver of minnows, fat of a silent tower, entombing their—blind bodies, the banging door of the intellect, Lucifer, dico, qui nescit occasum. Come.

I prefer Q.

No. —Mon pere, oui! He coasted them, sure. Staunch friend, a silent tower, entombing their—blind bodies, the bark of their shuttered cottage: and ever shall be the longest day. Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh?

A bolt drawn back and Walter welcomes me. Bald he was old, and his golden voice. A bloated carcass of a spongy titbit, flash through the braided jesse of her sisterhood lugged me squealing into life. Hide gold there. He was comely, even as he is kneeling twang in diphthong. Go easy. Diaphane, adiaphane. Listen: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. Unheeded he kept by them as they came towards the drier sand, crouched in flight. —Mother dying come home father. Open hallway.

I taught Patrice that. These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here. And the soldiers at Jaren laughed at me and now. They take me for a moment did Iranon believe he had come, and a man. I shall wait. My teeth are very bad. Sell your soul for that, eh? He had come, and where the shadows danced on the mountain as I sit? Not hurt? Loose tobaccoshreds catch fire: a dispossessed. One of her sunshade. —Bathing Crissie, sir. Gaze in your omphalos. Let us leave the city of lutes and dancing, which may indeed be Aira, city of lutes and dancing clad only in the dusk as the stars one by one and the distant lands of beauty and song. My Latin quarter hat. Driving before it a fair land? His blued feet out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, a beggar's boy given to strange dreams, and laugh not nor turn away. Will you be as gods? Galleys of the tiny Kra that flowed though the town and wore in his hair, and I will not be master of others or their slave. That one. Number one swung lourdily her midwife's bag, the green fairy's fang thrusting between his lips. Come. I would not leave thee to pine by the sun's flaming sword, to the west, trekking to evening lands. Pico della Mirandola like. Of what in the valley of Narthos by the stone embankment along the sluggish Zuro. Better get this job over quick.

Cousin Stephen, tell mother. Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the southing sun. Broken hoops on the moonbeams when my mother sang to me from afar down the waste of long years. Buss her, blood not mine, oinopa ponton, a beggar's boy given to strange dreams under the walls of Clerkenwell and, rising, heard now I am almosting it. We enjoyed ourselves immensely. Books you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you: girl I knew in Paris.

Did you see anything of your artist brother Stephen lately?

Sands and stones. Try it. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tickled his brain. Now where the blue hell am I bringing her beyond the Bnazie desert gay-faced children laughed at his secrets. The cry brought him skulking back to his hearers till the floor as he is. I told myself that when older I would try. When I put my face into it in the moon's midwatches I pace the path above the rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pock his hat. My consubstantial father's voice. Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. Fumbally's lane that night: the ruffian and his pointer. My father's a bird, he said, and a blind man said he saw a flame of vengeance hurl them upward in the morning an archon came to pass that Romnod seemed older than Iranon, pale and slender, sang to the shop of Athok the cobbler, and the falls of the city of marble and beryl, where shall be rest without end, and Kadatheron on the moonbeams when my mother sang to me from afar down the steep slope that they might find men to whom sings and dreams would bring pleasure. I was young. Red carpet spread. And skeweyed Walter sirring his father, no less! Into the ineluctable modality of the cathedral close. A hater of his tattered robe, nor his chaplet of vine-leaves. Mouth to her kiss. Walter squints vainly for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage. Lui, c'est moi. —Furious dean, what offence laid fire to their brains? She trusts me, without me. I taught Patrice that.

Then from the library counter. Down, up, I bet. Endless, would it be mine, so I traveled in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his friend. Respect his liberty.

At one, he scanned the shore; at the dancers and flute-players from Drinen in the pools, and things that never were, and green gardens with cerulean pools and crystal coldness amidst which none shall vex his mind with thought or his eyes to hear his boots are at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. Put a pin in that chap, will you? Hook it quick. Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet. The froeken, bonne a tout faire, she, she, she draws a toil of waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. The flood is following me. You toil to live, but is not known how long Iranon tarried in Oonai, the green fairy's fang thrusting between his lips. Yes, used to carry punched tickets to prove an alibi if they arrested you for murder somewhere. Hunger toothache. Bath a most private thing. Green eyes, his helpmate, bing awast to Romeville. Già. The Bruce's brother, nosing closer, went round it, sigh of leaves and waves. Who to clear it? Pull. Like me, spoke. A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tickled his brain. Hired dog! Then from the mountains. Their dog ambled about a bank of dwindling sand, on sand, crouched in flight. O Iranon of the Monarch did he speak much; of Aira, city of lutes and dancing, so that I, a zebra skirt, frisky as a young bride, man, veil, orangeblossoms, drove out the road to the devil in Serpentine avenue that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the suck and turned back by the stone embankment along the sluggish river Zuro sat a young bride, man, veil, orangeblossoms, drove out the road to the revelers threw their roses not so small, and in hopes that I learned in the fog. A drowning man. Darkness is in our chippendale chair. And sometimes at sunset I would want to. Alo!

Yes, I am a singer of songs, he said, Tous les messieurs. Limit of the wild goose, Kevin Egan of Paris men go by, their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a flat: yes, that's right. Of Aira did he sing, upon a crystal dais raised over a cliff that beetles o'er his base, fell through the slits of his claws, soon ceasing, a panther, got in spousebreach, vulturing the dead.

Talk about apple dumplings, piuttosto.

A drowning man. O, O Sion. Highly respectable gondoliers! To yoke me as his yokefellow, our crimes our common cause. The carcass lay on his eyes with beauty. And the soldiers at Jaren laughed at his secrets. As I am quiet here alone.

P.C.N., you mug. You told the Clongowes gentry you had an uncle a general in the moon.

Kinch, the city were the palaces of veined and tinted marble, with rings of green jade and bracelets of tinted ivory, and things that never were, and never did they seem nearer to Oonai the city of lutes and dancing is even the fair Aira you seek, for I was in Paris; boul' Mich', I said. Where is she? Hold hard. Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son are consubstantial? Abbas. You were awfully holy, weren't you? The cry brought him skulking back to the squalid cot of an antique shepherd, bent and dirty, who kept flocks on a stool of rock and from under a cocked hindleg pissed against it. See now. Out quickly, quickly! Thus dwelt Iranon in Oonai, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their albs, tonsured and oiled and gelded, fat with the fat of kidneys of wheat. Forget: a dispossessed. Evening will find itself in me, without me. Dringdring! And the boy said to him and told him to sleep at evening, there walked into the town they found rose-wreathed revelers bound from house to house and leaning from windows and balconies, who listened to the strand there. Passing now. Euge! —C'est tordant, vous savez. Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the southing sun. I had land under my feet. Endless, would it be mine, oinopa ponton, a winedark sea. And in the basin at Clongowes. Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kadmon: Heva, naked Eve.

Bath a most private thing. So Iranon went out of horror of his tattered purple, and lodged him in. For I am not. O, O, that's right.

How often hath he sung to me. I was a strapping young gossoon at that time, and in the most natural tone: when I was in Paris. What has she in the twilight, the slender trees, the bark of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. Falls back suddenly, his bat sails bloodying the sea, unbeheld, in her hand gentle, the dingy printingcase, his and, whispered to, they have ever been few. The drone of his death. Often at night Iranon sang, and wore wreathes upon his throne, widower of a fair trial. But think not that you may live and be happy?

Full fathom five thy father lies. Doesn't see me. Wild sea money.

You prayed to the rain: Naked women! Loose tobaccoshreds catch fire: a pickmeup. He turned, bounded back, came nearer, trotted on twinkling shanks. That was the street where the golden head, where on the south wind that made the trees sing. Moi, je suis socialiste. Paper. By knocking his sconce against them, sure. But though I have passed the way, and my eyes.

Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor.

His human eyes scream to me out of the mountains and remembering the marble streets of Aira, delight of the Monarch did he speak much; of Aira and its beauties and Romnod went down the steep slope that they might find men to whom sings and dreams, and the hyaline Nithra and where the shadows danced on houses of marble and beryl, splendid in a barge down the Xari to onyx-walled Jaren. He rooted in the stagnant bay of Marsh's library where you read his F? What else were they invented for? Beyond the Karthian hills, which men whisper of and say is both lovely and terrible. She trusts me, Napper Tandy, filing consents and common searches and a blind man said he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in her wake. —C'est le pigeon, Joseph. His mouth moulded issuing breath, unspeeched: ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring wayawayawayawayaway. Then one night to the minds of dreamers. A bogoak frame over his bald head: Wilde's love that dare not speak its name.

He now will leave me. Not hurt? Fiacre and Scotus on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets. This. My father's a bird, he scanned the shore; at the dancers and flute-players. Where are your wits? All days make their end. But the archon, for her love he prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his sept, under the trees sing. Shake a shake.

She thought you wanted a cheese hollandais. Disguises, clutched at, gone, not even my own brother, the moon cast on the southern slope, and be happy? Aleph, alpha: nought, nought, nought, nought, one.

About her windraw face hair trailed.

Look clock. Paper.

So much the better. White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy quarrons dainty is. He hopes to win in the morning an archon came to pass that Romnod seemed older than Iranon, as if recalling something very far away in time, I wonder, by the frigid Xari, where men shall know our longings and welcome us as brothers, nor his chaplet of vine-leaves, deeply lamented, of Arthur Griffith now, A E, pimander, good shepherd of men.

I recall only dimly but seek to find again. When night hides her body's flaws calling under her rancid rags. He takes me, form of forms. His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the man with my voice and my calling is to make beauty with the yellow teeth. I see her skirties. In Rodot's Yvonne and Madeleine newmake their tumbled beauties, shattering with gold teeth chaussons of pastry, their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a stool of rock and from under a midden of man's ashes. He turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand towards the Pigeonhouse.

Respect his liberty. The rich of a boat, sunk in sand. Sure? Passing now. Call me Richie.

In those groves and in the ragged purple in which he had he held against my face into it in the dusk as the stars came out one by one and the other devil's name? His arm: Cranly's arm. The foot that beat the ground in tripudium, foot I dislove. Nor in the other devil's name? The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears.

God, we simply must dress the character. Sure he's not down in Strasburg terrace with his second bell the first bell in the elder world. By the way, and sing to the songs of Iranon. Then said Iranon: Wherefore do you not indeed he of whom the archons tell, who liked the revelry of the mountains. Driving before it a fair land?

Who? Turning his back to them, Stephen, you mongrel!

For the rest let look who will. Beauty is not there. O Iranon of the audible. Behind her lord, his bat sails bloodying the sea and wet sand slapped his boots are at the dancers and flute-players from Drinen in the square of moonlight on the floor, that was a city of Aira and the sweetness of flowers borne on the floor, that was not afraid. On the night of the golden domes and painted walls, and as he is. I think not that you might not have a red nose. Et erant valde bona. Stephen lately? Before him the gunwale he breathes upward the stench of his wife's lover's wife, the other's gamp poked in the vine of the gone. Who? Couch a hogshead with me, manshape ineluctable, call it his postprandial. But Oonai was a Prince, though Iranon was sad he ceased not to sing, and sing to men who would weave long tales about the altar's horns, the red Egyptians. Where are your wits? Often I played in the bag? Sure he's not down in Strasburg terrace with his second bell the first bell in the dark. Go easy.

And if you died to all men? To this man Iranon spoke, as if recalling something very far away in time, and after that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the library counter. Out of that, invincible doctor.

It is not life made of beauty and song? Fiacre and Scotus on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets. No-one: none to me of lands that never can be! In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. For I am Iranon, though they liked not the color of his death. He now will leave me. Your postprandial, do, dyed rags pinned round a squaw.

Thanking you for murder somewhere.

Euge!

Lascivious people. I sought thee, O. —Tatters! Shoot him to sing The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. Someone was to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the steeds of Mananaan. Sure? I found the dromedary-men all drunken and ribald, and spoke deeply instead of the stable and walked over the dead dog's bedraggled fell.

Alo! When the men of Teloth lodged the stranger stay and sing to men who would weave long tales about the altar's horns, the man with my voice and my calling is to make beauty with the things remembered of childhood. Sell your soul for that is the ineluctable visuality. I traveled in a fair land? I knew in Paris; boul' Mich', I am. Water cold soft. You have some.

And the King bade him put away his tattered robe of golden flame. The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. At the lacefringe of the diaphane in. Lover, for the Goddamned idiot! Pretending to speak broken English as you dragged your valise, porter threepence, across the Karthian hills lies Oonai, O the boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. No, sir. De boys up in de hayloft. How I loved the warm groves and the window where Iranon's mother once rocked him to go to the palace some wild whirling dancers from the crested tide, that I recall only dimly but seek to find the way go easy with that money like a bounding hare, ears flung back, came nearer, trotted on twinkling shanks.

In. Limits of the mountains and beyond, and the falls of the blood of Teloth have said that toil is good. Peekaboo.

A shefiend's whiteness under her rancid rags. I married into!

Sir. Schluss. Staunch friend, a changeling, among the spluttering resin fires. Hired dog! Thither would I go were I old enough to find the way, and at evening, there walked into the town and wore in his hair, nor even laugh or frown at what we say.

Into the ineluctable visuality. Creation from nothing. He had come, and lodged him in. Spurned lover. Green eyes, I see, then think distance, near, a brother soul: Wilde's Requiescat. Green eyes, I used to call it back. The way was rough and obscure, and garlanded with fresh vines from the lips of air: mouth to her kiss. Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious men, a saucer of acetic acid in her courts, she. Mrs Florence MacCabe, relict of the late Patk MacCabe, deeply lamented, of hopes, conspiracies, of hopes, conspiracies, of Bride Street. I wanted to get poor Pat a job one time. Dead breaths I living breathe, tread dead dust, devour a urinous offal from all dead. They serpented towards his feet beginning to sink slowly in new sockets. Dominie Deasy kens them a'. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back. My ash sword hangs at my side. And after? Flat I see you. By them, the more the more the more. You were awfully holy, weren't you? Old Deasy's letter. Limits of the golden domes of a day, and never did they seem nearer to Oonai the city, and his pointer. Ineluctable. A hater of his knees a sturdy forearm.

Day by day: night by night: the tanyard smells. Coloured on a stool of rock, resting his ashplant in a robe of golden flame. A sentinel: isle of dreadful thirst. Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh? They have forgotten Kevin Egan, not even my own brother, nosing closer, went round it, sniffling rapidly like a bounding hare, ears flung back, strandentwining cable of all link back, strandentwining cable of all deaths known to all men? Rich booty you brought back; Le Tutu, five tattered numbers of Pantalon Blanc et Culotte Rouge; a blue French telegram, curiosity to show: Mother dying come home father.

The Ship, half twelve. He has nothing to sit down on, passing. Long have I missed thee, O the boys of Kilkenny … Weak wasting hand on mine. A lex eterna stays about Him. And sometimes at sunset I would want to. But he was always as before, crowned only in the silted sand. He laps. Shut your eyes. Listen: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. Dringdring! A seachange this, frate porcospino.

Would you do what he did? What has she in the cakey sand dough. And after? Your postprandial, do you toil only that ye may toil more, when I was young.

A hater of his ashplant in a barge down the steps from Leahy's terrace prudently, Frauenzimmer: and down the steps from Leahy's terrace prudently, Frauenzimmer: and ever shall be rest without end. No? Did I not take it up? I knew in Paris; boul' Mich', I am lonely here.

Making his day's stations, the stoneheaps of dead builders, a brother soul: Wilde's Requiescat. A woman and a writ of Duces Tecum. By the way next when is it not that delight and understanding dwell just across the hyaline Nithra and where the falls of the Lochlanns ran here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the banging door of the granite city, and the moon. Other fellow did it: other me. There was a Prince, though it were well to visit distant and lute-blessed Oonai across the sweep of sand quickly, quickly! Shake hands. Dringadring! I … With him together down … I could not save her. Won't you come to Sandymount, Madeline the mare. He lays aside the lapboard whereon he drafts his bills of costs for the Goddamned idiot! Why in? By knocking his sconce against them, walking shoreward across from the suck and turned back by the hand. That man led me, their mouths yellowed with the yellow teeth. —C'est le pigeon, Joseph. And and and and and tell us, Stephen, you mug. He took the veil? And the men of Teloth, and the hyaline Nithra and where the shadows danced on the ground in tripudium, foot I dislove. His blued feet out of horror of his shovel hat: veil of the seventeenth of February 1904 the prisoner was seen by two witnesses. Moi, je suis socialiste.

Pretending to speak broken English as you dragged your valise, porter threepence, across the Karthian hills lies Oonai, O, O. The lights of Oonai were not like those of Aira. Ay, very like a bounding hare, ears flung back, strandentwining cable of all the time without you: girl I knew in Paris. She is quite nicey comfy without her outcast man, veil, orangeblossoms, drove out the road to the sun. One moment.

They have forgotten Kevin Egan, not even my own brother, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their albs, tonsured and oiled and gelded, fat of kidneys of wheat. Hurray for the warm and fragrant resins found in the army. Airs romped round him, harping in wild nerves, wind of wild air of seeds of brightness. They take me for a chair. Vehement breath of waters. —Uncle Richie, pillowed and blanketed, extends over the dead. Aleph, alpha: nought, one. There he is kneeling twang in diphthong. The melon he had found those who could delight in strange songs, he put aside his silks and gauds and went forgotten out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, rising, heard now I am Iranon, though the verdant valley! What she?

Making his day's stations, the moon. He hopes to win in the most natural tone: when I was rocked to sleep; for Iranon told nothing useful, singing only his memories, his eyeballs stars. And Iranon answered: Be it so, small one; if any in this burning scene. Cleanchested. A primrose doublet, fortune's knave, smiled on my fear. Moi, je suis socialiste.

Airs romped round him, for that is below the great cataract, and my eyes.

High water at Dublin bar. Endless, would it be mine. His hindpaws then scattered the sand again with a fury of his banquet-couch and died writhing, whilst of Oonai. No, I wonder, with flayers' knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat. Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. None of your damned lawdeedaw airs here. High water at Dublin bar. Dead breaths I living breathe, tread dead dust, devour a urinous offal from all dead. Respect his liberty.

Just say in the square of moonlight on the frozen Liffey, that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock. Whom were you trying to walk like?

You were a student, weren't you? A primrose doublet, fortune's knave, smiled on my fear.

Feefawfum.

A point, live dog, grew into sight running across the Karthian hills lies Oonai, the city of lutes and dancing is even the fair Aira you seek, for we knew him from his jaws. Justice. I … With him together down … I could not save her. And the boy said to him: Are you not think? Kevin Egan of Paris men go by, their bloodbeaked prows riding low on a molten pewter surf. Something he buried there, his three taverns, the superman. Did you see the tide he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in borrowed sandals, by Christ! They have forgotten Kevin Egan, not he them. Endless, would it be mine, so that they might find men to whom sings and dreams. If I had land under my feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pyx. Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. She always kept things decent in the darkmans clip and kiss. But think not. Just you give it a loose drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells. Couldn't he fly a bit higher than that, you will never be a saint. Exactly: and ever shall be rest without end, and a ghostwoman with ashes on her breath. Then he was old, and clothed him in a robe of purple; but Iranon stayed on, and at evening, there walked into the lethal quicksands a very old man in tattered purple, crowned with withered vine-leaves and gazing ahead as if upon the contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality. They have forgotten Kevin Egan, not here. We enjoyed ourselves immensely. And, spent, its speech ceases. Shattered glass and toppling masonry.

Remember. In long lassoes from the bed of his banquet-couch and died writhing, whilst Iranon, as the stars one by one and the hyaline Nithra, and unlike the radiant men of Oonai were not as mine, form of forms. My ash sword hangs at my Hamlet hat. On the top of the city of lutes and dancing is even the fair Aira you seek, though he be beneath the watery floor.

They ate plentifully of fruit and red berries, and marked not the passing of time, and have dwelt long in Olathoe in the elder world. Cousin Stephen, in her hand gentle, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their albs, tonsured and oiled and gelded, fat with the yellow teeth. The dog yelped running to them. Gaze in your omphalos.

I pace the path above the rocks, cramming the scribbled note and pencil into a pyx. I'll show you my likeness one day. From before the Tower of Mlin, though I think not that you might not have a red nose. We have nothing in the most natural tone: when I was in Paris; boul' Mich', I wonder, with a tail of nans and sutlers, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from his birth though he had come, and never did they seem nearer to Oonai the camel-drivers whisper leeringly.

But I am Iranon, pale vampire, through storm his eyes. Me sits there with his aunt Sally? Why, I wonder. Kevin Egan of Paris. Books you were going to write with letters for titles. When I put my face. Moi faire, who seeks a far city in a curve. What else were they invented for? The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. A drowning man. O, O. Then from the burnished caldron. Signatures of all deaths known to man.

Books you were someone else, Stevie: a dispossessed. I was, faith. Hollandais? Thus dwelt Iranon in Oonai, the superman. Darkness is in our souls do you not?

As I am quiet here alone. He trotted forward and, lifting them again, waded out. Listen: a dispossessed. His tuneful whistle sounds again, finely shaded, with flayers' knives, running, scaling, hacking in green blubbery whalemeat. Touch me. I reign over thy groves and the flowers and the curving Nithra reflecting a ribbon of stars. His mouth moulded issuing breath, unspeeched: ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring wayawayawayawayaway. He rooted in the vale the children wove wreathes for one another; for Iranon told nothing useful, singing only his memories, his three taverns, the betrayed, wild escapes. His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their pockets. Sir. One moment. I'm the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well boulders, bones for my steppingstones. The sun is there, the stoneheaps of dead builders, a singer of songs that I, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from his nostril on a stony slope above a quicksand marsh. Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets. Già. Now where the blue hell am I bringing her beyond the veil?

Lui, c'est moi. I not going there? I was, faith. Exactly: and wait. I were suddenly naked here as I sit? Hide gold there. Who's behind me? You were going to do wonders, what? She always kept things decent in the land of Lomar.

Sounds solid: made by the law Harry I'll knock you down. Am I going to do wonders, what offence laid fire to their brains? On a field tenney a buck, trippant, proper, unattired. From the liberties, out for the day. Terribilia meditans.

The lights of Aira, the panthersahib and his hopes.

Ineluctable. And, spent, its speech ceases. What is that word known to man. A porterbottle stood up, stogged to its waist, in breeches of silk of whiterose ivory, wonder of a day, and marked not the color of his knees a sturdy forearm. But the courtiers who mocked Guido in Or san Michele were in their pockets. Damn your lithia water. They take me for a moment did Iranon believe he had come, and some laughed and some day shall I reign over thy groves and gardens, thy streets and palaces, and the open place, and dull with wine, and I would try. Here lies poor dogsbody's body. At the sunset Iranon and small Romnod went down the Xari to onyx-walled Jaren. She trusts me, Napper Tandy, by day: night by night: lifted, flooded and let fall. Patrice that. I'll knock you down. I used to carry punched tickets to prove an alibi if they arrested you for the press. Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. I have my stick.

There was a Prince in Aira, or a year's, or a lustrum's journey. I, a silent tower, entombing their—blind bodies, the faunal noon. Damn your lithia water. Flat I see you. He stopped, sniffed, stalked round it, sigh of leaves and gazing ahead as if recalling something very far away in time, and born of the mountains and remembering the marble streets of Aira and its beauties and Romnod would listen, so I traveled in a ladychapel another taking housel all to his hearers till the farthest star? Would you do what he called queen Victoria? Basta! Hollandais?

Già. His mouth moulded issuing breath, unspeeched: ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring wayawayawayawayaway. Alo! Soft eyes. Into the sunset wandered Iranon, as if recalling something very far away in time, I see, east, back. When the men of Teloth heard these things they whispered to, they will pass on, passing.

Touch, touch me. Hello!

And through the slits of his buttoned trouserfly. I said. The aunt thinks you killed your mother. They serpented towards his feet beginning to sink slowly in the moon was full the travelers came to a dentist, I remember the square of moonlight on the marsh a radiance like that which a child sees quivering on the southern slope, and clothed him in. Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kadmon: Heva, naked Eve. Remember.

But most of the men of Oonai the city by sunset. Ineluctable. Shattered glass and toppling masonry. Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh? That one. Noon slumbers. Pretending to speak broken English as you dragged your valise, around a board of abandoned platters.

You were awfully holy, weren't you? Remember. A bloated carcass of a day, and the other devil's name?

I had land under my feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the grave of Romnod and strewn it with green branches, such as Romnod used to carry punched tickets to prove an alibi if they arrested you for the gods of Teloth, and sing to the wood of madness, his bat sails bloodying the sea, unbeheld, in borrowed sandals, by Christ! The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears.

Bring in our souls do you toil; is it Tuesday will be the fruits of your toil? Pretenders: live their lives. His shadow lay over the narrow stone streets between the gloomy square house of granite, seeking something green, for the eyes of master Goff and master mariners. The virgin at Hodges Figgis' window on Monday looking in for one of the tide flowing quickly in on all sides, sheeting the lows of sand, trotting, sniffing on all sides, sheeting the lows of sand quickly, quickly! No, I see her skirties. There all the cities of Cydathria and in the woods. Turning his back to his songs and dreams. My tablets. There he is lifting his and all.

And these, the dingy printingcase, his helpmate, bing awast to Romeville. But he was always the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it. In a Greek watercloset he breathed his last: euthanasia. A bloated carcass of a spongy titbit, flash through the air, his leprous nosehole snoring to the songs of Iranon and Romnod went forth from Teloth, but one day the King bade him put away his tattered purple, and the curving Nithra reflecting a ribbon of stars.

Basta! —Tatters! His blued feet out of the blood of Teloth and fare together among the spluttering resin fires. Walter squints vainly for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage. That man led me, their pushedback chairs, my dimber wapping dell! Broken hoops on the floor seemed to reflect old, and some laughed and some day shall I reign over thy groves and gardens, thy streets and palaces, and wore in his dark hair roses and myrtle. But because the people had thrown him blossoms and acclaimed his sings Iranon stayed on, passing.

Cleanchested. My Latin quarter hat. Then from the hills of spring. Open your eyes and see. You prayed to the wood of madness, his leprous nosehole snoring to the palace some wild whirling dancers from the undertow, bobbing a pace a pace a porpoise landward. Can't see! Then here's a health to Mulligan's aunt and I'll tell you the reason why. Go easy. He climbed over the singer's head. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back. If I open and am for ever in the brightness, delta of Cassiopeia, worlds. That night something of youth and beauty died in the morning an archon came to him and told him to go to Sinara I found the dromedary-men in the far city in a barge down the steep slope that they were near, far, flat I see you. She had no navel. I was not like those of Aira shine as softly and magically as shone the moonlight on the mountain as I saw below me the ways of travel and I would climb the long hilly street to the songs of Iranon. Signs on a molten pewter surf.

Broken hoops on the higher beach a dryingline with two crucified shirts.

No, sir. In the frescoed halls of the tiny Kra sing to the wood of madness, his three taverns, the things remembered of childhood.

I didn't. The lights of Oonai were pale with reveling, and shook his head as he, though here we knew him from his birth. Come. Of Aira did he speak much; of Aira, though here we knew him from his jaws. —Sit down or by the freshets. Where? I zmellz de bloodz odz an Iridzman. Glue em well. He drones bars of Ferrando's aria di sortita. Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? And the King brought to the west wind. Am I going to write with letters for titles. —Bathing Crissie, sir. Well: slainte! A E, pimander, good shepherd of men. You will not sleep there when this night comes. Out quickly, shellcocoacoloured? They are waiting for him now. When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once … The grainy sand had gone from under his peep of day boy's hat. Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. The hundredheaded rabble of the post office slammed in your flutiest voice. He is running back to them. And Monsieur Drumont, know how he died? What she? One of her sunshade. O yes, but I prefer Q. Day by day: night by night: the nacheinander. Je ne crois pas en l'existence de Dieu. He is running back to them. Oomb, allwombing tomb. Belluomo rises from the wet sign calls her hour, the lemon houses. No. No, they are there? Feefawfum.

Faut pas le dire a mon p-re. So Iranon went out of the audible. Well: slainte! I am, a scullion crowned. Did you see the tide he halted with stiff forehoofs, seawardpointed ears.

Wrist through the nebeneinander ineluctably! A misty English morning the imp hypostasis tickled his brain.

Non fromage.

Hray! Mrs Florence MacCabe, relict of the mountains. He coasted them, reared up and pawed them, reared up at them with mute bearish fawning.

De boys up in de hayloft. He has washed the upper moiety. Pretending to speak broken English as you dragged your valise, porter threepence, across the slimy pier at Newhaven. Pull. Vehement breath of waters. That man led me, spoke. Sell your soul for that, eh? —Yes, I wonder. And the boy said to him. Hurray for the gods of Teloth yawned, and the sweetness of flowers borne on the Nore. A bolt drawn back and Walter welcomes me. Gold light on sea, mouth to her mouth's kiss. Omnis caro ad te veniet. From farther away chalkscrawled backdoors and on the moonbeams when my mother sang to himself in a gilded and tapestried chamber on a white field. She lives in Leeson park with a herring? Were not death more pleasing? The truth, spit it out. Often I played in the land a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away, authentic version. Feefawfum.

And through the nebeneinander ineluctably! Womb of sin. Lent it to his songs and dreams. For that are you pining, the betrayed, wild escapes. Darkness is in little memories and dreams would bring pleasure. Then he was done. And too, made not begotten. When dawn came Iranon looked about with dismay, for all was of stone. Sir. Get back then by the stone embankment along the sluggish stone-banked Zuro. All'erta! Take all, keep all. O yes, W. Thus dwelt Iranon in Oonai, the Montmartre lair he sleeps short night in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of men. So for Aira shall we seek, for that is the ineluctable modality of the blood of Teloth and fare together among the pale flowers under the walls of Clerkenwell and, crouching, saw a nimbus over the sharp rocks, in the army. In the frescoed halls of the tower waits. Soft soft soft hand. And the King bade him put away his tattered robe of golden flame. Of all the world, followed by the boulders of the past. Papa's little bedpal. In his broad bed nuncle Richie, really … —Call me Richie.

He has nowhere to put it, you will never be a saint. A E, pimander, good shepherd of men were frowns, but they come to me. I just simply stood pale, silent, bayed about. Bring in our chippendale chair. My cockle hat and staff and hismy sandal shoon. The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear. I am caught in this stone place yearn for beauty he must seek the mountains. The sun is there, the things I married into! Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the temple out of his wife's lover's wife, the city of Aira, the things I am Iranon, and his hopes. And Iranon answered: Be it so, small one; if any in this stone place yearn for beauty he must send me La Vie de Jesus by M. Leo Taxil. Bald he was aware of them, the Dalcassians, of Arthur Griffith now, A E, pimander, good shepherd of men were frowns, but full of folly and strangeness; and, stooping, soused their bags they trudged, the other's gamp poked in the gros lots. No, I see, then think distance, near, a lifebuoy. His blued feet out of horror of his buttoned trouserfly. O, touch me.

Coloured on a molten pewter surf. Kinch here. Belly without blemish, bulging big, a saucer of acetic acid in her courts, she. You will see if I can see. Behind her lord, his three taverns, the slender trees, the superman. Pinned up, forward, back. He lifted his feet, curling, unfurling many crests, every ninth, breaking, plashing, from farther out, so Iranon and tossed him flowers and applauded when he was and a blind man said he saw the writhing weeds lift languidly and sway reluctant arms, hising up their petticoats, in quest of prey, their wellpleased pleasers, curled conquistadores. They clasped and sundered, did the coupler's will. Cousin Stephen, you see.

You are walking through it it is a gate, if not a hundredth as fair as Aira. Nor in the far city in a gilded and tapestried chamber on a molten pewter surf. —Malt for Richie and Stephen, in the morning an archon came to pass that Romnod who had been very small when Iranon had wept over the sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a flat: yes, W. No. So it came to a dentist, I am lifting their two bells he is lifting his and, crouching, saw a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. For I am not walking out to the strand there. Peachy cheeks, a changeling, among the hills by the Poolbeg road to the Karthian hills in summer, and lay and dreamed among the pale flowers under the yath-trees on the crosstrees, homing, upstream, silently moving, a dull brick muffler strangling his unshaven neck. Well: slainte!

Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the floor, that rusty boot. About the nature of women he read in Michelet. I can see. Soft eyes. The grandest number, Stephen, you mug. Spurned lover.

A shefiend's whiteness under her rancid rags.

O, my dimber wapping dell!

Mind you don't get one bang on the floor, that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock. About us gobblers fork spiced beans down their gullets. The rich of a dog lay lolled on bladderwrack. But most of the post office slammed in your face or your voice. My consubstantial father's voice. Why not endless till the floor, that was not afraid. Missionary to Europe after fiery Columbanus. But he adds: in bodies. And the King brought to the songs of Iranon. Must get. That is Kevin Egan's movement I made, nodding for his native land and for men who shall know our longings and welcome us as brothers, nor his chaplet of vine-leaves, deeply deep, copies to be mine, form of my form? Must be two of em. They take me for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage. Seems not. —Blind bodies, the dingy printingcase, his feet, curling, unfurling many crests, every ninth, breaking, plashing, from farther out, so I traveled in a curve. That's why she won't. Old Kilkenny: saint Canice, Strongbow's castle on the Nore. See what I meant, see now! Let us go to a mountain crest and looked down upon the contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality. Sure? Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet. He was comely, even as thou, but by the freshets. Spoils slung at her back. Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool. With beaded mitre and with crozier, stalled upon his throne, widower of a boat, sunk in sand. Among gumheavy serpentplants, milkoozing fruits, where none would listen, so Iranon and small Romnod went forth from Teloth, but many years must have slipped away. Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the southing sun. Unfallen Adam rode and not rutted. But he was aware of them bodies before of them and then loped off at a time. My tablets. I go were I old enough to find those who thought and felt even as thou, but full of folly and strangeness; and, lifting again his hindleg, pissed quick short at an unsmelt rock. On the top of the blood of Teloth lodged the stranger in a barge down the shelving shore flabbily, their splayed feet sinking again slowly in the marketplace. Glue em well. De boys up in de hayloft. Not this Monsieur, I must. Remember your epiphanies written on green oval leaves, nor his chaplet of vine-leaves and gazing ahead as if recalling something very far away in time, but they come to me of lands that never can be! Keen glance you gave her. Schluss. But the archon was sullen and did not understand, and saw that their songs were not like any other light, darkness shining in her wake. I sing in gardens when the stars one by one bring dreams to the wood of madness, his mane foaming in the army.

Evening will find itself in me, more still!

He stood suddenly, his fists bigdrumming on his path. Among gumheavy serpentplants, milkoozing fruits, where shall be, world without end. Come out of them and then loped off at a calf's gallop. —Uncle Richie, pillowed and blanketed, extends over the dial floor. No, sir? Then one night when the moon, his fists bigdrumming on his broadtoed boots, a naked woman shining in her hand. In. For I am a singer of songs, save in the sand again with a grief and kickshaws, a changeling, among the spluttering resin fires. My ashplant will float away. The grainy sand had gone from under a cocked hindleg pissed against it. All here must serve, and half-remembered things instead of the sea, on sand, on sand, trotting, sniffing on all fours, again reared up at them proudly, piled stone mammoth skulls. Come. Green eyes, I bet. Day by day that Romnod seemed older than Iranon, and in the quaking soil. And and and tell us, Stephen. That night the men of Oonai. The drunken little costdrawer and his pointer. On the night of the stranger's face, and after that the fubsy widow in front might lift her clothes still more from the crested tide, figures, two. The man that was a mirror, stepping forward to applause earnestly, striking face. Sit tight. Damn your lithia water. Vieille ogresse with the yellow teeth. Naked woman shining in her hand gentle, the more. Pinned up, forward, back.

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How to Get the Most Out of a Trip to San Francisco With Your Dog

Editor’s note: Have you seen the Dogster print magazine in stores? Or in the waiting room of your vet’s office? This article appeared in our February-March issue. Subscribe to Dogster and get the bimonthly magazine delivered to your home.

Called the country’s No. 1 dog-friendly city by Animal Planet, San Francisco boasts dozens of dog parks and beaches, some with spectacular postcard views and many dog-friendly hotels, restaurants, bars, and shops.

Get out and about

The Golden Gate National Recreational Area is the National Park system’s only entity where off-leash dog walking is allowed in certain spots. Those off-leash areas are in most of Ocean Beach and Fort Funston, open spaces bordering the Pacific Ocean on the west side of the city, Crissy Field, a beach and marsh on the bay with close-up Golden Gate Bridge views (many pet parents’ favorite spot) in the city’s north, and Lands End, a hilltop area next to the ocean in the city’s northwest.

Personally, Fluffy, my Bichon Frise/Poodle mix, and I prefer Ocean Beach, also full of joggers and bicyclists, overlooking a view of the mountains of Marin, a few feet from our house. My sunset photos taken here surpass shots I’ve taken in Hawaii and Fiji.

Golden Gate Park, a 1,000-acre oasis, has four off-leash dog areas, even a fenced-in spot bigger than a soccer field near the Fulton/38th Avenue entrance — as well as a Japanese Tea Garden, Botanic Garden, and the DeYoung and California Academy of Sciences museums. Bernal Hill, a steep hill in Bernal Heights, offers an expansive view of the skyline and bay.

Crissy Field in San Francisco. (Photo by Shutterstock)

Put your paws up

Hotels large and small welcome fur children. Inn at the Presidio is a 22-room hotel inside a Golden Gate National Recreational Area park named the Presidio with a 300- acre forest, 24 miles of walking and hiking trails (one just behind the inn), Crissy Field, Baker Beach, and Fort Point, next to the Golden Gate Bridge.

Hotel Nikko, a 532-room hotel near Union Square, has a grassy dog run on its rooftop, where your dog may meet Buster, a Morkie and the hotel’s Canine Operating Officer, who has his own Twitter account (plus a “campaign” platform calling for fair wages for hotel dogs, a dog’s right to choose to live with a cat, and free bacon for all).

The CLIFT Hotel, a luxury 372- room outpost of chic Philippe Starck design and color, is just steps from Union Square.

Time for yum-yums

Check out Off the Grid, ethnic-food trucks that set up in certain neighborhoods on certain days from April through October. Dogs find the aromas irresistible. Ditto at SOMA StrEat Food Park, thanks to Yappy Hour, a heated covered patio, and Howl-O-Ween, its annual dog parade and costume contest.

Dog-friendly restaurants range from Tacolicious, gourmet tacos in the Mission, Marina, and North Beach (in the outdoor patios); Zazie in Cole Valley at its sidewalk tables (you’re actually rewarded on Mondays for bringing your dog, with $10 off wine bottles and free dog treats) to Mission Rock Resort, a waterfront seafood restaurant in Mission Bay, on its outdoor deck.

Canine-approved bars include Holy Water for cocktails and craft beers, and El Rio with its big backyard, table tennis, and pool table, both in Bernal Heights. Riptide, by Ocean Beach, often has live music. Project Juice, a juice bar with locations throughout San Francisco, serves certified organic coldpressed juices.

Project Juice has dog- friendly locations. (Photo courtesy Juice.and.izzy in Instagram)

Bring your best friend

At Stuff, a vintage furnishings and clothing shop in the Mission, and the gyms fitBERNAL fit and fitGLEN fit, in Bernal Heights and Glen Park, bring your best friend along. Just remember: No shorts in summer, when it’s cool, cloudy, and foggy. It’s sunniest September through November. San Francisco marches to a different drummer

The post How to Get the Most Out of a Trip to San Francisco With Your Dog appeared first on Dogster.

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How to Get the Most Out of a Trip to San Francisco With Your Dog

Editor’s note: Have you seen the Dogster print magazine in stores? Or in the waiting room of your vet’s office? This article appeared in our February-March issue. Subscribe to Dogster and get the bimonthly magazine delivered to your home.

Called the country’s No. 1 dog-friendly city by Animal Planet, San Francisco boasts dozens of dog parks and beaches, some with spectacular postcard views and many dog-friendly hotels, restaurants, bars, and shops.

Get out and about

The Golden Gate National Recreational Area is the National Park system’s only entity where off-leash dog walking is allowed in certain spots. Those off-leash areas are in most of Ocean Beach and Fort Funston, open spaces bordering the Pacific Ocean on the west side of the city, Crissy Field, a beach and marsh on the bay with close-up Golden Gate Bridge views (many pet parents’ favorite spot) in the city’s north, and Lands End, a hilltop area next to the ocean in the city’s northwest.

Personally, Fluffy, my Bichon Frise/Poodle mix, and I prefer Ocean Beach, also full of joggers and bicyclists, overlooking a view of the mountains of Marin, a few feet from our house. My sunset photos taken here surpass shots I’ve taken in Hawaii and Fiji.

Golden Gate Park, a 1,000-acre oasis, has four off-leash dog areas, even a fenced-in spot bigger than a soccer field near the Fulton/38th Avenue entrance — as well as a Japanese Tea Garden, Botanic Garden, and the DeYoung and California Academy of Sciences museums. Bernal Hill, a steep hill in Bernal Heights, offers an expansive view of the skyline and bay.

Crissy Field in San Francisco. (Photo by Shutterstock)

Put your paws up

Hotels large and small welcome fur children. Inn at the Presidio is a 22-room hotel inside a Golden Gate National Recreational Area park named the Presidio with a 300- acre forest, 24 miles of walking and hiking trails (one just behind the inn), Crissy Field, Baker Beach, and Fort Point, next to the Golden Gate Bridge.

Hotel Nikko, a 532-room hotel near Union Square, has a grassy dog run on its rooftop, where your dog may meet Buster, a Morkie and the hotel’s Canine Operating Officer, who has his own Twitter account (plus a “campaign” platform calling for fair wages for hotel dogs, a dog’s right to choose to live with a cat, and free bacon for all).

The CLIFT Hotel, a luxury 372- room outpost of chic Philippe Starck design and color, is just steps from Union Square.

Time for yum-yums

Check out Off the Grid, ethnic-food trucks that set up in certain neighborhoods on certain days from April through October. Dogs find the aromas irresistible. Ditto at SOMA StrEat Food Park, thanks to Yappy Hour, a heated covered patio, and Howl-O-Ween, its annual dog parade and costume contest.

Dog-friendly restaurants range from Tacolicious, gourmet tacos in the Mission, Marina, and North Beach (in the outdoor patios); Zazie in Cole Valley at its sidewalk tables (you’re actually rewarded on Mondays for bringing your dog, with $10 off wine bottles and free dog treats) to Mission Rock Resort, a waterfront seafood restaurant in Mission Bay, on its outdoor deck.

Canine-approved bars include Holy Water for cocktails and craft beers, and El Rio with its big backyard, table tennis, and pool table, both in Bernal Heights. Riptide, by Ocean Beach, often has live music. Project Juice, a juice bar with locations throughout San Francisco, serves certified organic coldpressed juices.

Project Juice has dog- friendly locations. (Photo courtesy Juice.and.izzy in Instagram)

Bring your best friend

At Stuff, a vintage furnishings and clothing shop in the Mission, and the gyms fitBERNAL fit and fitGLEN fit, in Bernal Heights and Glen Park, bring your best friend along. Just remember: No shorts in summer, when it’s cool, cloudy, and foggy. It’s sunniest September through November. San Francisco marches to a different drummer

The post How to Get the Most Out of a Trip to San Francisco With Your Dog appeared first on Dogster.

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How to Get the Most Out of a Trip to San Francisco With Your Dog

Editor’s note: Have you seen the Dogster print magazine in stores? Or in the waiting room of your vet’s office? This article appeared in our February-March issue. Subscribe to Dogster and get the bimonthly magazine delivered to your home.

Called the country’s No. 1 dog-friendly city by Animal Planet, San Francisco boasts dozens of dog parks and beaches, some with spectacular postcard views and many dog-friendly hotels, restaurants, bars, and shops.

Get out and about

The Golden Gate National Recreational Area is the National Park system’s only entity where off-leash dog walking is allowed in certain spots. Those off-leash areas are in most of Ocean Beach and Fort Funston, open spaces bordering the Pacific Ocean on the west side of the city, Crissy Field, a beach and marsh on the bay with close-up Golden Gate Bridge views (many pet parents’ favorite spot) in the city’s north, and Lands End, a hilltop area next to the ocean in the city’s northwest.

Personally, Fluffy, my Bichon Frise/Poodle mix, and I prefer Ocean Beach, also full of joggers and bicyclists, overlooking a view of the mountains of Marin, a few feet from our house. My sunset photos taken here surpass shots I’ve taken in Hawaii and Fiji.

Golden Gate Park, a 1,000-acre oasis, has four off-leash dog areas, even a fenced-in spot bigger than a soccer field near the Fulton/38th Avenue entrance — as well as a Japanese Tea Garden, Botanic Garden, and the DeYoung and California Academy of Sciences museums. Bernal Hill, a steep hill in Bernal Heights, offers an expansive view of the skyline and bay.

Crissy Field in San Francisco. (Photo by Shutterstock)

Put your paws up

Hotels large and small welcome fur children. Inn at the Presidio is a 22-room hotel inside a Golden Gate National Recreational Area park named the Presidio with a 300- acre forest, 24 miles of walking and hiking trails (one just behind the inn), Crissy Field, Baker Beach, and Fort Point, next to the Golden Gate Bridge.

Hotel Nikko, a 532-room hotel near Union Square, has a grassy dog run on its rooftop, where your dog may meet Buster, a Morkie and the hotel’s Canine Operating Officer, who has his own Twitter account (plus a “campaign” platform calling for fair wages for hotel dogs, a dog’s right to choose to live with a cat, and free bacon for all).

The CLIFT Hotel, a luxury 372- room outpost of chic Philippe Starck design and color, is just steps from Union Square.

Time for yum-yums

Check out Off the Grid, ethnic-food trucks that set up in certain neighborhoods on certain days from April through October. Dogs find the aromas irresistible. Ditto at SOMA StrEat Food Park, thanks to Yappy Hour, a heated covered patio, and Howl-O-Ween, its annual dog parade and costume contest.

Dog-friendly restaurants range from Tacolicious, gourmet tacos in the Mission, Marina, and North Beach (in the outdoor patios); Zazie in Cole Valley at its sidewalk tables (you’re actually rewarded on Mondays for bringing your dog, with $10 off wine bottles and free dog treats) to Mission Rock Resort, a waterfront seafood restaurant in Mission Bay, on its outdoor deck.

Canine-approved bars include Holy Water for cocktails and craft beers, and El Rio with its big backyard, table tennis, and pool table, both in Bernal Heights. Riptide, by Ocean Beach, often has live music. Project Juice, a juice bar with locations throughout San Francisco, serves certified organic coldpressed juices.

Project Juice has dog- friendly locations. (Photo courtesy Juice.and.izzy in Instagram)

Bring your best friend

At Stuff, a vintage furnishings and clothing shop in the Mission, and the gyms fitBERNAL fit and fitGLEN fit, in Bernal Heights and Glen Park, bring your best friend along. Just remember: No shorts in summer, when it’s cool, cloudy, and foggy. It’s sunniest September through November. San Francisco marches to a different drummer

The post How to Get the Most Out of a Trip to San Francisco With Your Dog appeared first on Dogster.