|Toured the city on the upper deck of this bus|
(Well, I was - this is a delayed post - Thursday morning now and off to see Ray with the "girls" from Panama City in Florida.)
I’m sorry to be leaving San Francisco. It seems a very easy place to live – as long as you have the money. I’m told a city flat – that is, one bedroom and kitchenette – will set you back $3 million.
I’ve just spent two days sightseeing independently. I started with an open-topped double decker downtown tour. This took me through the financial district, to Union Square, City Hall, the Chinese section, little Italy and back to Fisherman’s Wharf. It took an hour and a half and was a good way to orientate myself.
I’ve never been to Macy’s before, and the tourist guide said that if an overseas tourist presented ID to the concierge, a 10% discount would be given. This was too good to pass up, so I bought a couple of really nice bags.
|Waiting for the train at Menlo Park|
My plan this morning was to drop off my bags ($5 per bag for safekeeping) at the California Welcome Centre at Pier 39. This enabled me to undertake my plan with ease. I wanted to see the “painted ladies” at Alamo Square and to take a ride in a cable car. My ticket for the open top sight-seeing bus was for 24 hours, so I caught the bus around to the City Hall stop, and then a trolley bus to Alamo Square, where I took plenty of pictures of the unusual architecture.
I then caught another trolley bus to the corner of Powell and Market Streets, where I queued for the cable car. The ride only cost $6, and was well-worthwhile. The hills really are steep.
|Cable car at Powell Street|
Because I had spent so long sight-seeing, I decided to catch a yellow taxi - $50 plus tip – to the airport. There were cheaper public transport alternatives, but I didn’t want the worry of not having enough time at the airport.
So now I’m on the plane to London, and I’m surrounded by French people – my schoolgirl French is useless. The two girls opposite me are Liverpudlians though, and they are friendly.
So ends my week in the USA. What a wonderful time I’ve had, thanks to Elizabeth and her girls in Los Angeles and Orange County, and Caroline and Kent in Menlo Park, San Francisco. They were perfect hosts. There are some photos of Elizabeth and Caroline throughout this blog, but not one of Kent I’m sorry to say. He took the opportunity whilst Caroline and I were out to catch up on his assignments – he’s just finished the law component, but is still finishing his business studies at Graduate school at Stanford University, which is just down the road from their place.
Elizabeth and Caroline both went to the University of Alabama, where Elizabeth was three years ahead of Caroline and a great help to the latter in her first year of studies. They and their cousin Erin are more like sisters than cousins, they are really close to each other. All of them grew up for part of their childhoods at least in Panama City, Florida where their nana, my cousin Shirley had them stay in the school holidays. They have wonderful memories of those days.
And now they are jealous of me seeing their mothers and grandmother and aunt in London, hopefully on Thursday. We plan to go up to Banbury in Oxfordshire, where I will introduce them to cousin Raymond. I’ve known about RaymoTrish visited us in Australia. John and I were on a trip around Australia that year, so we had to detour back to Canberra to meet him.
I shall edit this post later and put in the pictures. I have only just found out how to enable my laptop for wifi at this hotel.