A Weekend in San Francisco
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We got our first taste of the California sunshine in the Sebring convertible....
I bought a CD by Blue Man Group at the Virgin superstore
downtown, and it had this sticker in the jewel case. I don't
think I'd make a very good Blue Man, and not just because
I have no rhythm...
An approximation of our hotel room view
The ship at the end of the pier was perfectly framed by the arch...
not sure if that was the intent or not, but it's a nice effect.
The clock tower on the Ferry Building
Another benefit of the convertible- nice views downtown, trolley cables included
Lombard Street, the crookedest tourist trap in the world
We took a stroll through Golden Gate Park in the blazing sunshine.
The Taj Mahal of greenhouses
It's hard to believe the grades on the roads in Nob Hill and
those areas. It must be like a blackhole for clutches and brake pads.
Krissy and me on a pier- Alcatraz is just over Krissy's shoulder.
Downtown after dark
We visited Alcatraz Sunday evening.
The warden's house burned in 1970, but the
framework of the 1920-era building is still standing.
Inside the cellhouse
Not much room for Twister or Duck Duck Goose. But as
Alcatraz Prison Rule and Regulation #5 (1934) states, "You
are entitled to food, clothing, shelter, and medical attention.
Anything else you get is a privilege."
So close, yet so far away...
Just outside the cellhouse
One of the most surprising parts of the trip was how few
plant and flower species I recognized. It was like visiting
another planet.
I'm not exactly sure why these masks were there- I believe it was a school
project.
But given the context, they were still pretty creepy.
The city skyline, from Alcatraz. A former prisoner said that on New Year's
Eve,
if the wind was blowing just right, the prisoners could hear music and
celebrations
and the laughter of women seeping through the darkness of night.
Inside the sparse prison cafeteria, as the sun sets
The Golden Gate Bridge hides in some fog at
sunset.