This photo is for those who are interested in seeing RV parks for future visits. This is the office/club house at Coyote Valley RV Resort, Morgan Hill, CA. The park is new and well cared for.
We returned to San Francisco on Caltrain on Dec. 17. It was a beautiful, but chilly day. We wore hats and gloves. We got a kick out of listening to two teen age boys discuss girls and finals.
The bus system and friendly people didn't let us down the second trip. We met a guy whose mother grew up in Wilmette, Il and another who graduated with a physics degree from the U of I, Champaign. Connections are so nice. Then there was the new bride from North Carolina. It is amazing what you can learn about people in a short time. Between the three of them we got to a wonderful Italian restaurant in North Beach.
This Bentley caught our eyes. We saw a new one downtown, but I didn't feel comfortable taking a photo of it because the driver was parked right beside us and looking at us through an open window. Anyway, compared to this one, it was rather blah.
Typical view in Chinatown.
Chinatown on Stockton.
The famous Transamerica pyramid from Chinatown. The solid piece half-way up is the elevator shaft.
Ted wanted to eat at a specific dim sum restaurant in Chinatown, but it was closed for the day. We took a chance on another one and weren't disappointed. The markets were sure fascinating. Wish that we knew what half of the items were or that we could read Chinese.
This photo is for our family and friends who are Methodists. This one is in Chinatown.
It is hard to see the signs, but there are few clues in English telling what they say.
The Bay Bridge from Chinatown.
This shop on Jackson Street, Chinatown sells turtles. Note the sawn shell in the sink.
Here is a tub of frogs. We watched the guy on the right reach in with a plastic covered hand and select the best specimens and put them in the pink and white plastic bag he held in his other hand. I couldn't tell what his criteria were for making his choices. I am not sure I will ever eat frog legs again with the same enjoyment.
Typical residential street west of Chinatown.
In all the times we have been to San Francisco we have never ridden on a cable car. We did this day for $5.00 each. This is Powell. If it looks familiar, it has been in a number of movies.
The end of the line is Market and Powell, in the heart of downtown.
The conductor is descending to help turn the car around. We couldn't figure out what was special about the one lady they let stay on the car as they turned it.
This conductor is pushing the turn table on this side and there is another man doing the same on the other side.
Macys had windows decorated with about six different front door scenes. Each had a live pet inside. See the black cat on the right? Humane Society volunteers stood near-by to encourage the crowd to adopt one or more. What a clever idea.
This limited access street is an oasis of peace in the midst of this very busy city.
This photo is for those who are interested in seeing RV parks for future visits. This is the office/club house at Coyote Valley RV Resort, Morgan Hill, CA. The park is new and well cared for.
We returned to San Francisco on Caltrain on Dec. 17. It was a beautiful, but chilly day. We wore hats and gloves. We got a kick out of listening to two teen age boys discuss girls and finals. 
The bus system and friendly people didn't let us down the second trip. We met a guy whose mother grew up in Wilmette, Il and another who graduated with a physics degree from the U of I, Champaign. Connections are so nice. Then there was the new bride from North Carolina. It is amazing what you can learn about people in a short time. Between the three of them we got to a wonderful Italian restaurant in North Beach. 
This Bentley caught our eyes. We saw a new one downtown, but I didn't feel comfortable taking a photo of it because the driver was parked right beside us and looking at us through an open window. Anyway, compared to this one, it was rather blah.
Typical view in Chinatown. 
Chinatown on Stockton.
The famous Transamerica pyramid from Chinatown. The solid piece half-way up is the elevator shaft.
Ted wanted to eat at a specific dim sum restaurant in Chinatown, but it was closed for the day. We took a chance on another one and weren't disappointed. The markets were sure fascinating. Wish that we knew what half of the items were or that we could read Chinese.
This photo is for our family and friends who are Methodists. This one is in Chinatown.
It is hard to see the signs, but there are few clues in English telling what they say. 
The Bay Bridge from Chinatown.
This shop on Jackson Street, Chinatown sells turtles. Note the sawn shell in the sink. 
Here is a tub of frogs. We watched the guy on the right reach in with a plastic covered hand and select the best specimens and put them in the pink and white plastic bag he held in his other hand. I couldn't tell what his criteria were for making his choices. I am not sure I will ever eat frog legs again with the same enjoyment.
Typical residential street west of Chinatown.
In all the times we have been to San Francisco we have never ridden on a cable car. We did this day for $5.00 each. This is Powell. If it looks familiar, it has been in a number of movies.
The end of the line is Market and Powell, in the heart of downtown.
The conductor is descending to help turn the car around. We couldn't figure out what was special about the one lady they let stay on the car as they turned it.
This conductor is pushing the turn table on this side and there is another man doing the same on the other side. 
Macys had windows decorated with about six different front door scenes. Each had a live pet inside. See the black cat on the right? Humane Society volunteers stood near-by to encourage the crowd to adopt one or more. What a clever idea. 
This limited access street is an oasis of peace in the midst of this very busy city.
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