From Lake Tahoe we drove South-West and finally reached the Pacific Coast at wonderful San Francisco.
Above is the view from top of Lombard street (on the right there is Coit Tower, where we'll head after that).
I have strange relationship with cities. I grew up in a big city, but then I've spent last 7 years of my life in smallish town-villages. But when life here dies out at 9pm, I keep wondering if perhaps there has come a zombie apocalypses or the human race has established contact with aliens. And yet I don't want to live in a big city any more: too crowded, too noisy, too much glass and concrete. The city gives me an artificial feeling, like it meddles and tries to tell me how to live and what to think. But somehow I like San Francisco. With its hills, bridges, ocean winds, colourful houses. On this second visit to the city (the story of the first one in 2009 I will tell some other time) I saw it differently, and I still love it.
Small picture on the right is the crooked Lombard street itself: not many flowers in May
Hydrangeas on Lombard street
From Coit tower: downtown...
...piers, Embarkadero and bark Balclutha...
... the sky
Stepping into the Ancient Greece: Palace of Fine Arts
Walking the streets
Cycling over the Golden Gate bridge (yes, we were cycling; no, there will be no pictures: both participating parties decided that their portraits were particularly idiotic and shouted down the idea for them to be shown publicly)
The Golden Gate bridge from Sausalito side
China Town
Chess set in one of the display windows
We then headed to the western point of SF, to Lands End, Point Lobos and then started the drive down South on Highway 1 along the Pacific coast.
Above is the view from top of Lombard street (on the right there is Coit Tower, where we'll head after that).
I have strange relationship with cities. I grew up in a big city, but then I've spent last 7 years of my life in smallish town-villages. But when life here dies out at 9pm, I keep wondering if perhaps there has come a zombie apocalypses or the human race has established contact with aliens. And yet I don't want to live in a big city any more: too crowded, too noisy, too much glass and concrete. The city gives me an artificial feeling, like it meddles and tries to tell me how to live and what to think. But somehow I like San Francisco. With its hills, bridges, ocean winds, colourful houses. On this second visit to the city (the story of the first one in 2009 I will tell some other time) I saw it differently, and I still love it.
Small picture on the right is the crooked Lombard street itself: not many flowers in May
Hydrangeas on Lombard street
From Coit tower: downtown...
...piers, Embarkadero and bark Balclutha...
... the sky
Stepping into the Ancient Greece: Palace of Fine Arts
Walking the streets
Cycling over the Golden Gate bridge (yes, we were cycling; no, there will be no pictures: both participating parties decided that their portraits were particularly idiotic and shouted down the idea for them to be shown publicly)
The Golden Gate bridge from Sausalito side
China Town
Chess set in one of the display windows
We then headed to the western point of SF, to Lands End, Point Lobos and then started the drive down South on Highway 1 along the Pacific coast.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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