Eva's -- um -- "friend", Francis, is visiting from the East Coast for a week before they both leave for China. So we played tourist all day yesterday in San Francisco. We drove past many fabled locations:
We ate lunch at the Beach Chalet. And then we walked out on Ocean Beach. It's a cool 58 degrees fahrenheit. Typical August beach weather in Northern California.
Cool sea wall graffiti:
And for all you lurkers out there:
The one thing on Francis' agenda was to walk the Golden Gate Bridge. I volunteered to walk with him. "Let's bond," he said as we hopped out of the car. I like this
kid young man.
We headed out from the bridge's south (San Francisco) entrance The weather cooperated beautifully, clearing up just as we hit the center of the bridge, where we paused for a bit of extreme knitting.
The scarf (a secret project) drifted precariously over the side - flirting with disaster - but I had a firm grip.
It's about 250 feet to the water below. We were fascinated, watching sailboats heeled over in the wind and daring windsurfers scooting across the water. Francis really liked the bridge. And I think we -- um -- bonded.
Ron, who had parked on the north (Marin) side of the bridge, met us a little past the second tower and we all walked together to the car, where Eva, suffering from a cold, was napping. Later, we drove past more San Francisco sights, and finished our tourist activities with a visit to Union Square. Ron and I walked past Artfibers, which is (curiously) only open from 2-4 p.m. on Sundays. It was 4:30 - and that was a good thing, as I haven't yet knit up the yarn I bought there last October. But there were three other disappointed shoppers who were trying to open the shop door as we walked by.
It's fun to play tourist, but I was tired as we drove back over the Bay Bridge. Dinner was at Zax Tavern, our neighborhood restaurant. Ah, there's no place like home