When Marc wasn't working, I rescued him from the fancy hotel of his conference (which I did not mind staying at) and we saw the real San Francisco. Well, some of it was real and some was gloriously touristy-- and we reveled in it. I took him on the Chinatown bus during the lunch hour. It was the closest thing to the Dominican Republic we've had in the U.S. Marc even yelled at some kid who was writing graffiti on the ceiling during the ride. We ate sourdough bread bowls with clam chowder at Fisherman's Wharf. We rode a cable car. We ate dinner in Chinatown and explored the neighborhood. I went back with Marc to the Golden Gate Bridge and we walked across and back together. A perfect trip.
Elderly Asians dancing early in the morning at a local park.
Coit Tower atop Telegraph Hill
My walk to the Golden Gate Bridge from our downtown hotel turned out to be much longer than I expected. But I was rewarded with this view. When Marc and I returned, we took the bus!
The social worker in me could not resist taking this photo--a phone to call for emergency counseling if you are considering jumping off the bridge. The sign says, "Crisis Counseling: There is Hope. Make the Call. The consequences of jumping from this bridge are fatal and tragic."
June 15-18, 2009