Tuesday, November 5 - Sunday, November 10, 2019
We've been to San Francisco often enough that we don't need to do any of the tourist things, like go to Giradelli Square or ride the cable cars, or walk across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito or visit the museums and gardens of Golden Gate Park. We've never been to Alcatraz and I don't know that I ever want to go. We don't even need to see the crookedest street in the world.
What we enjoy doing in San Francisco is what we enjoy doing in most cities. We go for long walks.
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| Rick took us to Church Street where this unique house lives. The following two photos give more detail. |
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| Check out the jungle animals hiding in the garden. |
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| Another house on Church Street. |
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| 6% is challenging enough for a cyclist. |
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| This is why we left our bikes in Rick's garage during our week in San Francisco. |
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| A random San Francisco garden. |
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| Rick's thinking, "Do I really have to take these people on a tour of San Francisco? I'd much rather be home binge watching Downton Abbey." |
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| We were on our way to Mission Dolores Park. |
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| Legalized weed is well established in San Francisco, sold in places with names that reek of nobility like The Apothecarium. |
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| Castro Street |
Rob and I entertained ourselves as well. One afternoon we connected with a west coast member of the Strathspey and Reel Society of New Hampshire. Julia lives in Walnut Creek, an easy train ride for us. I felt blessed to have the honor of playing her deceased husband's violin; Rob played his guitar. Julia is an extremely versatile piano accompanist. We had great fun playing Scottish tunes for a couple hours.
Another day Rob and I wandered the city by ourselves. We stumbled upon Lombard Street (the crooked one) so walked down it. We checked into the Cable Car museum and hopped on one for a short ride.
It turned out that my sister Jocelyn was in San Jose that week for a conference. She joined us for the weekend and we spent two more days wandering about.
At Jocelyn's suggestion we went looking for the mural of Greta Thunberg. Jocelyn had the address but we looked high and low and couldn't find it. A local art gallery salesperson hadn't heard of it. Finally a passerby told us we had to walk up the hill past the intersection.
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| And there it was. It was almost finished. |
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Finished!
(Picture complements of Rick Cassaro.)
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| Sunday turned out to be a perfect day for a walk along the waterfront by the Golden Gate Bridge. |
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| We've seen these traffic signals in cities along the West Coast. Just for bicvcles. |
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That may look like a tree but it's really a sculpture in Fort Mason's Great Meadow:
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| Almost to Fisherman's wharf. That's Jocelyn doing the tourist pose. That handsome man in the yellow shirt is my Rob. And you can see Giradelli Square in the background. Jocelyn wanted to pick up a little something for her husband so he would know she didn't forget about him while she was having fun all week, so we popped into the Giradelli gift shop. And immediately popped out again when we saw the line at the cash register. |
Jocelyn caught a red-eye back to Connecticut Sunday night. With her departure we could no longer think of any good reason to prolong our sojourn in Rick's majestic San Francisco home and continue imposing on his generous hospitality. It was time to get back on the road. Besides, we had an invitation for Thanksgiving dinner in San Diego.
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