Californaey, San Francisco

Stuck in Santa Rosa – luggage not welcome on the bus, find mysterious, non-existent Greyhound bus stop miles down the road… Not a promising start for out trip south to San Francisco.

 

But – we have saving angels. Jake & Mr. Wensleydale came to the rescue. We are eternally grateful, and L promises to give his first born as thanks. A refreshing and inspiring ferrytrip into the city; downing a beer and enjoying the view.

So we arrived, safe, sound and happy. Looking forward to get some work done, and play in a new city.

just. you know. tall houses.

the back of it all.

“weaving spiders come not here” – the Shakespearian motto for the Bohemian Club

look up. I love the escapes.

Felix finally got the much trumpeted and sought-after hat. All is harmony in SF.

Especially after a stiff scotch.

colour

glass

born in the USA

..it was there

jewels

that too.

pretty, pretty.

..and the plain weird.

Staying clear of all the classic clichés about contrasts/diversity etc, I prefer to wander around the streets and peoplewatch. From the totally ordinary to the weird. Making very few judgements, I observe and classify little. A very livable place, this.

Overheard (american accent):

– What is that?!

– I think it is a prison?

– Look at the map…..

– ALCATRAZ?? Is Alcatraz in San Francisco?!

– Dunno … think it looks like a prison .. no?

SO! New years! Wandering around on the embarcadero watching people and the fireworks. It ended with a bang – good bye, San Francisco!