I first explored the shop online and was fascinated by the unique look of the yarns. However, it isn't the look of yarn that attracts me, it is the feeling that sells it to me. So visiting there Saturday was a sensory adventure of touch. Once I found a yarn I liked visually and by touch, I took a photo of the yarn and the description sheet (with permission of the owner, of course). This done, I could order online later.
The entrance to Artfiber was unexpected. A narrow door was tucked in between a restaurant and what appeared to be a medical arts building. Down a narrow hallway, we were lead to an equally narrow as well as steep set of stairs to the second floor. One hairpin turn later at the top of the stairs and a walk down another narrow hall, and we entered what would proved to be a yarn lover's holy of holies.
The narrow and astonishingly small shop was packed with the most unique selections of yarns I've ever seen. Granted, my experience thus far has not run to exotic yarns, but by any fiber lover's standard, this had to be the holy grail of yarn shops. The few pictures I took of the interior don't really do justice to what I saw there. I mainly took pictures of the description sheets of any yarn my fingers liked. The picture below give a little taste. The website is rich with images and descriptions and imaginative names.
After leaving Artfiber, I took a few moments to capture an interesting construction activity going on at street level. A long flatbed truck and a crane were at work. The crane operator moved the cable to heavy wood pallets. A man on the ground made the connection. Then, slowly and carefully, up rose the pallet. A gentle swing of the massive crane moved it around to the flatbed where it joined five other pallets already stacked and waiting for the last to join them. The ground man leapt onto the flatbed, caught the swinging pallet and guided it in and set it into position. The movement, remarkably, reminded me of a carefully choreographed and intricate ballet.
We did not have a specific plan after leaving Artfiber so we collected the car from the garage and simply started driving around. Elaine was seriously hungry. Having learned over the last 30 years (thank you DH) not to mess with a hungry person, we made food our next objective.
Elaine had lived in SF years ago in the Inner Richmond District. There was a particular hamburger place on 9th and Clements - Hamburger Haven she had visited many times. She had not been there for at least 8 years. Confidently we set out convinced that nothing as good as she remembered this place to be could possibly have gone out of business. And sure enough, there it was, a bit changed but otherwise still serving up sublime burgers and - joy of joys - cole slaw like I!!! make it.
Here we are - well fed and happy.
The wine shop below is a good example of what the district looks like off the main business area of the district.
Our day was coming to an end and we returned to the car - parked on the street. What a difference from the downtown San Francisco. Clement Street, the main business area, is primarily a Japanese and Asian business community quite separate from Chinatown. This is no tourist area but a thriving business center for the locals of the district. We were parked directly in front of a produce market. A quick peek inside proved that the produce market was far more than that. Two huge spaces, separated by a wall housed packaged goods in one area and produce, a meat counter and a fish counter on the other.
These fruits were huge and labeled Cora fruit. I had never seen it before and have no idea what it might taste like. They actually looked like really big mangoes.