We spent the day in San Francisco.
San Francisco is a city like no other. No other!
You could see it better if someone would take all those silly cables off the Bay Bridge. I mean, how many cables do they need just to hold up a (really long double decker) bridge!
It’s a beautiful, crowded, creative town…and I would not want to live there with seven children!
We’re not usually the type to follow the crowd, but “everyone else” was taking pictures in this spot in front of the Hard Rock Café at Fisherman’s Wharf, so, even though my kids said, “What’s the big deal about the Hard Rock Café?” we took this picture just for you…and in case there is a big deal about the Hard Rock Café.
You can’t go to Frisco without seeing the seals, although there weren’t too many when we were there. There’s some obvious species segregation going on in this picture.
The seals on Pier 39 are louder than my kids, which is really impressive.
Well, they’re not louder than this one:
If you like shopping, hello! There’s everything here…even a store for my two lefties, one of whom was playing princess and would not allow the mere peasantry to photograph her (even the peasantry who carried her for nine months and was in labor for three days to deliver her).
Feast for the nose: Heavenly Chocolate. No, we didn’t buy any.
Saltwater taffy at Fisherman’s Wharf. No, we didn’t buy any.
The world’s funniest juggler. I mean, juggling is juggling…not that I could do it…but this guy is hee-higgety-haw hilarious! (Clean, intelligent humor—right up our alley!)
Six good little children watching the juggler. One naughty little girl who refuses to look, because standing backwards always gets you what you want. Not!
Street musicians abound! Hey, dudes, we feel for you!
San Francisco even has special (but not especially tidy) toidies!
We walked…a lot. A lotta lot! A lotta lotta lotta lot.
And San Francisco is uphill both ways…all ways even! You guys, I’m not kidding!
This is us not stopping at this bus stop and not getting on a bus. (The boy walks that way because he forgets his belt everywhere we go, and he has to walk like that to keep his pants up. Yup. The boy.)
Okay, so maybe she didn’t walk the entire time:
And she didn’t walk at all:
We even walked on this street:
Which you may recognize as Lombard Street (No, Packer fans, not Lombardi!), the crookedest street in the world…crooked like this picture:
And all these tourists enjoying the crookedest street in the world also enjoyed the sleeping baby in my carrier……and poked their heads right on in there…and asked us lots of questions about her…in a foreign language…and we answered. I think we said that she was a monkey and we found her under a hydrangea bush on Hyde Street, and that there were plenty more if they hurried, because they laughed at us and ran off…after taking just a few (hundred) more pictures. They were awesome!
And of course, there’s the Golden Gate Bridge…
which, our disappointed three-year-old pointed out, is not golden. (She took it pretty hard.)
There’s a surprise around every corner in San Francisco: