Greetings from San Fran!
Thanks for joining us this Friday.
This is such a beautiful city.
After saying good morning to the sea lions on Pier 39,
(did you know that there are over 1,700 of them resident at Pier 39?
Rent-Free!!! That’s a lot of noisy neighbours!)
we strolled towards the Embarcadero, or Ferry Terminal,
to meet Mark underneath the Clock Tower.
A cruise ship had just docked and the tourists were pouring off.
Different strokes for different folks.
We walked right along the waterfront, in the direction of the Golden Gate Bridge.
Had clam chowder in a bread bowl at Alliottos,
one of our favourite haunts.
What a view!
The Marina is rather lovely too
Blimming good job we were wearing comfy shoes!
We walked miles!
The boys even had energy for a quick workout
Mark aping around..
rubbish see saw…
Brother Steve was having none of it!
Mark had a plan.
He was guiding us towards the Palace of Fine Arts.
We had never been there.
Apparently, it was built in 1915, to celebrate the completion of the Panama Canal, and to host the Pan American Exposition.
After the 1906 earthquake and fire, the Americans wanted
to show the world how Americans can bounce back.
And haven’t they proved it time and time again.
It is a stunning piece of architecture.
There was a busker playing hand pans and a Spanish guitar.
The music bounced off the pillars.
It was magical.
Check out the muses at the top…
the flowers and the lake were breath-taking…
Mr Blueskies had come along for the day too.
Uncle Steve and young Mark were enjoying it too!
Great to see Steve aka Samson letting his hair down…
and Dave just soaking up the sun and the vibe…
We walked up to the famous Ghirardelli Factory village,
to meet Mark’s friend Deklan, and have a bucket of ice cream.
Funny really; I have looked up at the huge scaffolding and name of the chocolate legend for 25 years, but never thought to walk up there and explore.
It was buzzing with people and action!
More beautiful art…
We walked around for 12 hours.
Over 10 miles of sauntering, climbing, taking it all in.
And when we finally got back to the hotel,
the 3 of us sat on the edge of the bath and gave our poor feet a drink.
The 3 musketeers back at base, knackered and happy!
I said I was going to stay with my feet,
keep my mind in the moment, in the here and now.
Didn’t talk about work or think about work.
Haven’t laughed so much in a long time.
Have you noticed that Steve has been carrying a white bin liner around all day??
Now that there is a whole other blog….
Tune in tomorrow for a sensory explosion!