Beautiful day for walking around “the city” so we left the pups at a doggy day care (they already visited to make sure it suited their stringent pee mail requirements) and set off for San Francisco with a stop off in Sausalito to catch the view from the Golden Gate Bridge.
Little boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same…now it’s stuck in my head. When we passed South San Francisco and saw the dozens of box like pastel houses perched all over the hills we knew we were close to San Francisco. How could anyone build those tacky little things so close to a city who’s architecture brought people from all over the world to admire and with homes built by genius’s such as Frank Lloyd Wright?
Sausalito was first. It is a beautiful little city with dozens of small unique art studio’s and a peaceful bay that looks across to the city of San Francisco. The houses are all built on top of one another to make sure that each and every million dollar postage stamp sized lot has an equally exceptional million dollar view. John and I had coffee at Starbucks and walked the downtown area enjoying the bright sunlight and the cool breeze before heading back across the Golden Gate Bridge to San Francisco.
The fog and smog glazed over the area so the pictures were not as crisp and exceptional as the view.
The drive down Lombard Street was made even more interesting by a dumb ass that clipped one of the curbs while trying to make the turns, wrenching off his entire front bumper and grill, holding up traffic long enough for people to start honking and ended up backing down the curvy street while good Samaritans walked with him holding onto his bumper. Made anything stupid I’ve ever done while driving seem trivial.
John and I wandered into the pin ball museum on the wharf. I love playing these machines. Wonderful place to peek into past forms of entertainment. Lots of music, flip pictures, games and pin ball machines like those I played as a child.
We walked up to Pier 39 for a sour dough bowl of clam chowder, down to Fisherman’s Wharf and over to Ghirdellia Square for a dark chocolate Sunday before ending the day with the long traffic laden drive back to the LilyPad.