Just as you can’t drive past a Mint Bar when you find one in any town in Montana without stopping for a drink (there are 13 of them in the state), you can’t visit San Francisco without walking through Chinatown. Similarly, you must find a relatively quiet place to stand near the Golden Gate Bridge so you can gawk at it. Yesterday, Helen, Desiree, and I accomplished both of these requisite tasks while confirming something Mark Twain is alleged to have said… you know, that thing about the coldest winter he ever spent being a summer in San Francisco. With a chill wind funneling in off the ocean, we had to bundle in layers to stay warm.
Chilly or not, we had a lovely time in San
Francisco. This is a beautiful city. Even driving from place to place is
interesting given the hilly nature of the place and the constantly twining and
veering streets.
Posted today are the requisite photographs.
—Mitchell Hegman
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