Eric and I at Ghiradelli Square... before eating and drinking lots of chocolate, mmmm!
What could be better just before Christmas than three days in San Francisco? It was great to have a break in the LONG voyage to France and although the San Franciscans kept telling us that it was unseasonably cold for them, we didn't really notice. It was 50°F (whatever that is - I'm sure it doesn't compare to the 0° to -5°C here in Bordeaux)!
Eric at Pier 39, with Alcatraz behind him
The giant redwoods (sequoias) at Muir Woods, about 45 mins north of San Francisco
The very famous Golden Gate Bridge - for some reason when I think of San Fran I always think of Full House. Anyone else with this problem? Damn those omnipresent Olsen twins I say!
The sea lions at Pier 39... the most amusing thing there. I could have spent hours watching these grumpy buggers continually pushing each other off the platforms! It's a good thing that there didn't seem to be any residential buildings nearby - you'd never get any sleep.We had a wonderful time... and despite my intial concerns about the hotel being just about in the Tenderloin, no problems. Loads of freaks however, but hey, maybe that's just the US? Eric even let me in the shopping mall - trust us to arrive in San Fran and the first thing we find is a Westfield...
Merry Christmas!
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