Spotted in San Francisco. A rare sign that made me want to go in to a church and see what was going on. I mean, I think we actually ended up in Starbucks and there I had a quasi-religious experience of my own, but still. I was tempted by the Lord. Or Lady. So that … Continue reading Church
This is how English tourists disappear...never to be seen again...in San Francisco...
Part 3: A Zillion Steps Thursday, we set out to see sights. We left as soon as our laundry was done (priorities…) and headed towards the wharf. Pictures were taken. An early lunch was had at a place way above our pay grades. To establish my working-class credentials, I ordered the fish and chips. Of … Continue reading San Francisco Tales: Part III
Part 2: Your Ride With Raoul The story so far: I am flying to San Francisco. My first time in California. Even this early in the vacation, I was beginning to think we’d made a tactical error. As we were in San Francisco for such a short period of time, we thought that using Lyft … Continue reading San Francisco Tales: Part II
As well as awesome sea lions, something else that San Francisco has that my crappy little seaside birthplace didn't is a much more inclusive parking policy. This way to park your crabs.
Day 1: Anxiety Multi-Pack My idea of San Francisco started with Karl Malden and Michael Douglas in Streets of San Francisco. No, earlier. Vertigo. And later, Zodiac. This, then, was the San Francisco I knew, the one I was flying towards. Murder, serial killers, obsession. Less dramatically, the reviews of the city from people who … Continue reading San Francisco Tales: Part I