So, on Monday after a week of settling back home and starting to catch up on life and pens, I ask Sharon if she wants to do something, a day trip, and she says, “yeah, ever since we returned I want to go be a tourist in my favorite city, San Francisco.” So, I finish testing and shipping a few pens, and don’t get out the photo studio (it’s in a box and when deployed it lives on the dining room table—this is a small house) which is what I am supposed to be doing--images of new pens, ya know--and off we go.
Tourists in our own hometown, so to speak (we live in a suburb).
|We spent the day on the Embarcadero, the old Port of San Francisco, so rich with the city's gold rush era history and now a tourist Mecca|
|From here you can see most of the city's skylines, and I use the plural advisedly, since there are more than one. Looking west here you get a sense of the mixed use of the city, highrise and low rise residences, churches.|
|The iconic Coit Tower, given to the city by Lily Hitchcock Coit, an early supporter of the fire brigades and the site of equally iconic WPA murals, recently restored.|
|Couldn't even think about tourism and San Francisco without the wharf, Fisherman's Wharf, which actually is still active|
|And crab is king, but not king crab, dungeness, the best crab in the universe|
|as these folks will attest, along with the clam chowder in bowls made from scooped out sourdough rounds|
|Opposite the wharf is a fave of Sharon's, the Musee Mechanique, a warehouse full of old novelties and games|
|And there's the Lone Sound Ranger, an enthusiastic one-man band tribute to Johhn Cash. He professed concern that my image would end up on YouTube and his mom realize that he is not "in college."|
|Alcatraz, the "rock." You've seen the film, right?|
|and the birds for which it is named. What's amazing as that 45 years ago they were all but extinct on the bay. Me, I like pelicans and Pelikans|