San Francisco
City by the Bay
We got to go to San Francicso for a couple reasons, not the least of which was that we needed to get away. Our flight took off just after they started to take away liquids at the airport gates, and we lost a couple water bottles but not much else. Probably due to the Indy folks being a little slower to react than our friends on the coasts. More on that after we leave here in a week.
With the recomendation of our friend we are staying in Larkspur Landing, which is a rifle shot away from San Quentin, on the north side of the Bay. We can walk to a ferry that takes us right downtown in San Francisco, or a number of other spots on the bay. The ferry is only for people, and the weekday ones get up and go.
This is Alacatraz with the Golden Gate in the background. The temp here is only 65 degrees due to the water temp, and the fog is pretty constant
The inside of the Ferry building has a grand scale that makes you feel like you are in a public space. The skylights and stalls have a distinct market flavor. Many vendors of all kinds of wares.
The Trans America tower, a symbol of San Francisco. very impressive standing at the base.
This is the gateway to Chinatown. Small in comparison to the buildings next to it, the gate serves as a symbol. I took the picture from the corner of Union Square.
Sea Lions at Pier 39
The noise they make is similar to the burros that live next to us. There were some that were moving, but most of them appeared to be resting. Impressive animals, fast and agile in the water and pretty large in person.
We were sitting in the Sea Lion Cafe, and the sun went down over the Marin Peninsula. You can make out one of the towers of the Golden Gate. The picture was taken through the window of the cafe, but there was a lot going on. After this, we took the ferry back to our room and called it a day.
I liked the perspective on this shot.
This guy was wiping the rain off the plane (mainly in Spain), just kidding.
This is Alcatraz from the boat, the haze is how it was.
We got to go to San Francicso for a couple reasons, not the least of which was that we needed to get away. Our flight took off just after they started to take away liquids at the airport gates, and we lost a couple water bottles but not much else. Probably due to the Indy folks being a little slower to react than our friends on the coasts. More on that after we leave here in a week.
With the recomendation of our friend we are staying in Larkspur Landing, which is a rifle shot away from San Quentin, on the north side of the Bay. We can walk to a ferry that takes us right downtown in San Francisco, or a number of other spots on the bay. The ferry is only for people, and the weekday ones get up and go.
This is Alacatraz with the Golden Gate in the background. The temp here is only 65 degrees due to the water temp, and the fog is pretty constant
The inside of the Ferry building has a grand scale that makes you feel like you are in a public space. The skylights and stalls have a distinct market flavor. Many vendors of all kinds of wares.
The Trans America tower, a symbol of San Francisco. very impressive standing at the base.
This is the gateway to Chinatown. Small in comparison to the buildings next to it, the gate serves as a symbol. I took the picture from the corner of Union Square.
Sea Lions at Pier 39
The noise they make is similar to the burros that live next to us. There were some that were moving, but most of them appeared to be resting. Impressive animals, fast and agile in the water and pretty large in person.
We were sitting in the Sea Lion Cafe, and the sun went down over the Marin Peninsula. You can make out one of the towers of the Golden Gate. The picture was taken through the window of the cafe, but there was a lot going on. After this, we took the ferry back to our room and called it a day.
The hundred year storm that hit two different days before the wedding left a bunch of debris that was cleaned up by some of the wedding party
This police station was put here to deal with crowds that were gathering for concerts in the 1830's if I remember correctly.
This is a picture that Julie saw. We did not get the building identified.
These roses have the look of roses that are looked at. They are in Lafayette Park, a beautiful greenspace in an urban area. The oldest park west of the Mississippi.
The arch is larger than it seems.
Julie checks out the start/finish line and the exit to the pits.
Taking a couple hundred pictures, I finally figured out how to catch them as they passed at 200+.
