Maya Chen

Morning bun, still undefeated ☕️

Sunny Sunday and half the city had the same idea. Top corner for the skyline.

Foggy run out to the labyrinth. The bridge showed up for about thirty seconds.

Carnitas super burrito, dorado style. No rice here and nobody misses it.

Up to East Peak after Muir Woods. Clear enough to see the Farallones.

8:30 parking reservation = basically alone with the redwoods for an hour.

Saturday farmers market. Peaches the size of my fist.

Fireworks behind the fog, as is tradition 🎆

Rare clear evening. The whole city lit up below.

Heard it before we saw it. A waterfall onto a beach nobody's allowed to walk on.

Fog lifted for exactly one photo. This one.

The jellies room could be my apartment. Sea otter feeding at 10:30, don't be late.

Artichoke garlic herb bread, still warm. Half of it didn't make it to the car.

Painted Ladies on a blue-sky Sunday. Obligatory, and fine.

Winter sunset. Surfers in wetsuits, dogs everywhere, me in a puffer.

7am is the move. Twenty people instead of two thousand.

Trastevere. Cacio e pepe that ruined all other pasta for me. Forty-minute wait, zero complaints.

Underground tour first thing. The lifts they used for the animals 🤯

It sparkles on the hour. I clapped. Everyone clapped.

The clock window over the Seine. Could stand here all day.