The Mint Bar Versus the Golden Gate Bridge

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.

A Mural in a Chinatown Alley

Lanterns in Chinatown

Golden Gate Bridge

Desiree on the Bridge

Desiree and Helen on the Bridge

—Mitchell Hegman