After depositing the grandchildren back with their parents, Terry and I spent the following day in San Francisco, my favorite city.
I had heard, for years, about Glen Park, a stop along the Bart line from Millbrae. It’s a small neighborhood in the big city. Terry and I got off here and wandered for awhile, stopping at a corner coffee shop. Terry likes to try the locals wherever he goes.
We got back on the train and went downtown, having lunch at Nordstrom Bistro with this view;
The Museum of Modern Art (SFMOMA) is being remodeled so we checked on the progress:
Looks like it will be awhile before we are looking at art here.
There is a tremendous amount of building going on in San Francisco. Streets are closed. Cranes everywhere. Towers reaching for the sky. More and more people with buckets of money are moving in. The cost of everything has gone like those buildings, skyward.
We made it all the way to the Ferry Building, walking on crowded sidewalks, dashing across heavily traveled streets. I loved every minute.
We caught a train at Embarcadero Bart station to head back to the kids’ house for one final dinner to wrap up the holiday season. Now back to normal, whatever that means.