San Fransisco, Day Three ...
Location: San Fransisco, California
Duration: Five Days and Four Nights
This is our last day in The City by the Bay. Tomorrow, our plane takes off at 12:18 and we'll have to leave to the airport too early to see any more sites.
Larry really wanted to walk to The Golden Gate Bridge. We could see it from the area where our hotel was and it looked pretty far to me. He assured me that it wasn't and we could pass The Cultural Fine Art Center on the way. Since this was on our list, it sounded like a plan.
Two and a half hours later, as we started up the hill to enter The Presido, I was thinking that maybe I had been right. It was because of this walk, though, this nice, comfortable walk in the gentle rain, that we were able to cover so much ground and see so much of the coastline between The Bridge and Fisherman's Wharf. There were great houses that we don't even want to know the prices of; dogs playing with each other down on the beach. We passed Crissy Field where we walked though a marsh land preserve, seeing a bunch of different water fowl.
At the top of the hill, as we waited for the bus, we took a quick run down the trail that lead us to the magnificent view of The Golden Gate Bridge, where a nice man from Seattle took our photo.
After the walk, we used our cable car pass to hop a bus and head into the heart of the sixties. We visited Haight and Ashbury which is still pretty laid back. It wasn't quite what I expected, I think. I think I saw it as being more open with hippies still hanging out and playing guitar. What it was, was a street corner with a house on one corner and some businesses on the other that just happened to get famous.
Dinner tonight was The Steps of Rome. What House of Nanking does for Chinese food, The Steps of Rome does for Italian. I think I had the greatest Italian food I have ever had and I do eat a lot of Italian up in Flagstaff. But this, what we had in Little Italy with the blasting music and the dancing waiters and the people all trying to be heard over the clang of dishes and happy people, it was like nothing I had ever tasted before. It was another experience in sensory over load that was more pleasant then not. We had a great time here with great food and great wine.
We walked back to the hotel again. This time the rain was pouring down. The water was coming off my hat in rivulets in front of my face. I wouldn't realize it until the next day, but I got so wet that the inside of my wool coat was still damp in the morning as was the money in the front pocket of my purse. We didn't care, though. Walking back that night and passing through the rest of Little Italy with our umbrella, was too memorable to miss. There were people all around, everyone of them talking or laughing or having a good time.
It rained the whole time we were in San Fransisco and I don't think it ever bothered us or slowed us down. I think it just added to the charm of what we were doing and we were walking three to five miles a day even with our cable car pass.
Duration: Five Days and Four Nights
This is our last day in The City by the Bay. Tomorrow, our plane takes off at 12:18 and we'll have to leave to the airport too early to see any more sites.
Larry really wanted to walk to The Golden Gate Bridge. We could see it from the area where our hotel was and it looked pretty far to me. He assured me that it wasn't and we could pass The Cultural Fine Art Center on the way. Since this was on our list, it sounded like a plan.
Two and a half hours later, as we started up the hill to enter The Presido, I was thinking that maybe I had been right. It was because of this walk, though, this nice, comfortable walk in the gentle rain, that we were able to cover so much ground and see so much of the coastline between The Bridge and Fisherman's Wharf. There were great houses that we don't even want to know the prices of; dogs playing with each other down on the beach. We passed Crissy Field where we walked though a marsh land preserve, seeing a bunch of different water fowl.
At the top of the hill, as we waited for the bus, we took a quick run down the trail that lead us to the magnificent view of The Golden Gate Bridge, where a nice man from Seattle took our photo.
After the walk, we used our cable car pass to hop a bus and head into the heart of the sixties. We visited Haight and Ashbury which is still pretty laid back. It wasn't quite what I expected, I think. I think I saw it as being more open with hippies still hanging out and playing guitar. What it was, was a street corner with a house on one corner and some businesses on the other that just happened to get famous.
Dinner tonight was The Steps of Rome. What House of Nanking does for Chinese food, The Steps of Rome does for Italian. I think I had the greatest Italian food I have ever had and I do eat a lot of Italian up in Flagstaff. But this, what we had in Little Italy with the blasting music and the dancing waiters and the people all trying to be heard over the clang of dishes and happy people, it was like nothing I had ever tasted before. It was another experience in sensory over load that was more pleasant then not. We had a great time here with great food and great wine.
We walked back to the hotel again. This time the rain was pouring down. The water was coming off my hat in rivulets in front of my face. I wouldn't realize it until the next day, but I got so wet that the inside of my wool coat was still damp in the morning as was the money in the front pocket of my purse. We didn't care, though. Walking back that night and passing through the rest of Little Italy with our umbrella, was too memorable to miss. There were people all around, everyone of them talking or laughing or having a good time.
It rained the whole time we were in San Fransisco and I don't think it ever bothered us or slowed us down. I think it just added to the charm of what we were doing and we were walking three to five miles a day even with our cable car pass.