Right chaps, today’s post starts with me getting something off my chest, out in the open and laid bare for you all to see.
I simply can’t hold it back anymore…I have an admission to make.
I love San Francisco.
I do. I really really do. I heart it in all it’s blue-skied, green-grassed, natural-and-man-made glory.
When we put it on the roadtrip list, I thought I’d like it. I thought ‘hey yeah, San Fran looks pretty cool and sunshiney and pretty…woo hoo!’
Psssh, what did I know? Those words are pale and insipid compared to the compliments this city should be getting.
It’s gorgeous. It’s clean. It’s friendly. It’s full of happy, healthy, glowing, outdoorsy people but it also has libraries, museums & galleries for those who prefer to work up a sweat by the turning of pages or the viewing of world class exhibits.
You can eat pretty much anything you crave from a global menu of deliciousness; you can blend in with the locals at any number of coffee houses & cafes; you can string your camera round your neck and proudly proclaim your tourist proclivities at the wharf, the parks and the piers. You can get your photo taken with Yoda for heaven’s sake. Oh SF, you slay me.