Fog is synonymous with San Francisco. he ‘grey’ obliterates the Bay as I look out in the morning, but the sun is shining throughout the day, until fog starts rolling-in again in the late afternoon. Not straying far from the ‘street where I live’ this time except for a drive through some of the areas …
ub-terranean grating of chains and dinging of cable car foot bells don’t capture my imagination sufficiently this sunny morning to climb aboard to ride downtown. My heart is set on finding breakfast in an old diner! The best way to find one is to set off down the extremely steep California Street and search the …
hirteen hours sitting in a plane is about my limit, even in the rarified atmosphere a little closer to the front than the tail. But if today’s experiences in San Francisco of lightning-quick entry formalities, and a sunny Spring day could always be guaranteed, I might reconsider and suffer the longer journey more often. Only …