An afternoon in San Francisco
Following our drive to San Francisco to drop TW at the airport TK and I headed "downtown" in the jelly mould to check out the city.
Here's a few shots of what we saw, some video, and an embarrassing picture of me with a beard!
The road running along by Fishermans Wharf was lovely. Palm Trees, sun and loads of expensive cars passing by and Harleys with folks wearing bigger better beards than me.
A view of Bay Bridge from near where we ate at Market Bar.
Me looking portly and somewhat bemused sporting the finest facial hair. There's more grey since last time I wore a beard....
TK and me in a cable car riding the slopes.
We climbed the hills as high as we could go up Nob Hill (great name) and went up to the top of the Intercontinental Hotel to look out of the window. The Golden Gate Bridge was just visible in the distance.


2 comments:
"Sir, is that vodka in your glass? And about those red trousers..."
No. It was only sparkling water. I was driving... Less on those red trousers please. They match the beard!
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