Me in front of Alcatraz. It doesn't seem like it would be too bad of a swim...
Robin and I having fun with this witch statue in one of the pier gift shops.
Walking back from the Piers and Ghiradelli Square, we stumbled across Lombard Street, "The Crookedest Street in the world!" Also, not too relaxing of a walk for someone "resting" her legs for the marathon or for Robin who had just had foot surgery. Yikes!After Lombard Street, we ambled through Chinatown. The largest Chinese community outside of Asia. Not sure what was happening with this banner... perhaps another Cultural Revolution? Too tired to stay and ask.
There are other memories as well. Next time I go, I'll visit Alcatraz and see more of the cultural. I, perversely, probably, would like to get a picture of Hotel California. It was completely out of the way from anything we were near. Maybe next time.
It was a fantastic weekend, and the best part of it was spending time with Robin. I can't thank her enough for flying out to meet me (and feed me Luna Bars and bagels after the marathon). Thanks to her, we made it out of a sketchy neighborhood post marathon and are alive to tell of it today. So many memories and adventures. So little space to blog about it.
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