{"id":6840,"date":"2019-10-16T05:14:49","date_gmt":"2019-10-16T05:14:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/?p=6840"},"modified":"2019-10-16T05:14:49","modified_gmt":"2019-10-16T05:14:49","slug":"the-streets-of-san-francisco","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/?p=6840","title":{"rendered":"The Streets of San Francisco"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Drakes Bay proved to be a great stopover before we hit the bright lights of San Francisco. It was here that Francis Drake is thought to have landed during his circumnavigation of the world in 1579. 30 miles from San Francisco, this stunning bay is four miles wide \u2013 and an undeniable area of outstanding natural beauty. Sheer cliffs and a long, sandy beach greeted us as we approached the bay preparing to anchor on the morning of Friday September 20th<\/sup>. The weather allowed us to see it in all its glory; a clear, blue sky, warm sunshine, no wind and a flat calm sea. The view reminded me of Scottish Island coastlines, complete with crofters\u2019 cottages dotted on distant hillsides. \u00a0We\u2019d heard it was a great place to see wildlife too, so we wasted little time in going ashore to explore. Before we’d even reached the beach to park the dinghy I spotted a sea lion basking on some nearby rocks. Maybe it was that delightful distraction that caused me to stumble in an ungainly manner as I attempted to step out of the dinghy onto the beach with the dinghy\u2019s painter. Luckily I managed to stay upright, I just had very wet trouser legs until the sun dried them.\u00a0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Drakes Bay<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Sister Midnight at anchor in Drakes Bay<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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For two hours we followed the recommended trail, climbing gradually with the shoreline on our right. As high as we were, we had tremendous views of the bay. Meanwhile on our left, wildlife made an appearance in the form of a coyote stalking a deer. I was thrilled to see a coyote \u2013 the very word synonymous with North America and a creature referred to in several novels and songs. The deer didn\u2019t seem in the least bit alarmed at being followed; it appeared disdainful if anything. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Coyote is near the rock on the right<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A car drew up as we were looking and we got chatting with the occupants who\u2019d also stopped to watch the scene. Like so many, they were very interested in our plans and recommended a few places in San Francisco. The lady in the group told us she was planning a night swim in the place we would be anchoring in a few days\u2019 time. Apparently it\u2019s a popular pastime in the area. It\u2019s not one that I will be in a hurry to join – walking in the beautiful Point Reyes National Seashore Park fulfilled all my exercise needs. We strolled on admiring the colourful flora and fauna and the views from one of the highest points where the wide Pacific is visible as far as the eye can see. I hope that deer lived to see another day, we saw several of them on our return journey but there was no sign of the coyote. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It was tempting to remain in such an ideal setting but we told ourselves we could always return if San Francisco was full or too busy. So early on Saturday 21st<\/sup>, after clearing the anchor of all the kelp attached to it, we made our way out into the misty (as opposed to foggy) bay. Along the way we saw the captivating sights of whales, dolphins, sea lions and pelicans. Near lunchtime, the shape of the Golden Gate Bridge could be made out on the horizon and Paul\u2019s daughter Yasmin suggested he broadcast a live stream of us going underneath it. To do this, he downloaded an app called Periscope which we all had to install in order to see the images. The sea wasn\u2019t too choppy and it was a lovely sunny day but still awkward to operate a phone to let people know about the event at the same time as doing all the other necessary tasks\u2026like keeping watch! Paul was at the bow with the camera and I was in the cockpit messaging my daughter about the live stream when all of a sudden Paul appeared, having run from the bow because I hadn\u2019t heard him shouting my name. I looked up and saw a yacht under sail heading straight for our port side. It was such a shock and the skipper looked rightfully very annoyed. Paul managed to steer us away and no damage was done but I put my phone away for the duration of the journey and consigned myself to the naughty step \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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San Francisco’s skyline<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

The bridge drew closer and I steered us under it, which is a fantastic experience to remember and treasure. Then Alcatraz came into view, along with a clearer view of San Francisco\u2019s skyline and those views caused surges of excitement in me.\u00a0 It had been 1983 when I last saw these sights and I was hoping I\u2018d actually get a chance to visit Alcatraz this time. Aquatic Park was our destination, an anchorage beside the Fisherman\u2019s Wharf district. There were signs warning of the need to watch for swimmers and we soon discovered there were quite a few to avoid as we entered it. We spotted Gargoyle<\/em> anchored there; Carla and Kevin waved as we circled around looking for a good spot. We ended up rather close to a pier wall which seemed to get ever closer as the wind turned us. Paul dinghied over to Gargoyle<\/em> while I stayed on board, worried that the anchor was dragging. It turned out to be an optical illusion. The anchor was secure but Paul admitted the wall did look a bit too close, plus we were in clear view of all the tourists strolling on the pier. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Views from our anchorage at Aquatic Park<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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For now, though we were keen to get ashore so we parked the dinghy on a pontoon near Hyde Street Pier and set off to explore the area. It wasn\u2019t surprising to find typical seaside resort attractions, such as ‘snack shacks’, candy floss (cotton candy), ice creams, souvenir shops and a plethora of seafood restaurants claiming to serve the best clam chowder, but it\u2019s without doubt a vibrant, colourful and fascinating place. We called in to the famous Boudin Bakery while walking along the waterfront boardwalk. This huge establishment purports to create the best sourdough bread in California and has been in business since 1849, now with a museum attached to the premises. There\u2019s a wide variety of bread and related products on offer in all sorts of shapes and sizes. We felt it would be rude not to try a nice (but expensive) sourdough loaf .\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Inside Boudin Bakery<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Tired from the passage, and since it was beginning to get\ndark, we finished with a quick walk around the main square in lively\nFisherman\u2019s Wharf, with its old time Italian carousel, fortune tellers and\nspecialist chocolate and candy shops. I thought it would be nice to have a\ndrink in one of the restaurants there before heading back. Most of them offer\n\u2018happy hour\u2019 prices and we were just in time to take advantage of it. With the\naddition of sales tax and a tip, however, the bill didn\u2019t make me very happy\n(almost \u00a320 for two drinks \u2013 and one of them was a coke!).  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Fisherman’s Wharf<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I had compiled a list of places I wanted to see in San Francisco. We planned to be there for a couple of weeks so there was plenty of time to fit them all in. The first of these was The Beat Museum in the North Beach district. We moved the boat before setting off, though \u2013 away from the wall and prying eyes. Again, there were more swimmers to watch out for and one of them clearly didn\u2019t trust us to do this; she yelled out frequently to us (or at me since I was steering) to watch out for her when I was looking right at her. It was a cold and windy morning and must have been freezing in the water, but then they are<\/em> described as \u2018extreme\u2019 swimmers. I know I would have been more than a bit short tempered if I had been in that water. The chilly start didn\u2019t last and by midday it was very hot. San Francisco\u2019s exceptionally steep streets are famous, and they\u2019re attractive, but in high temperatures, it\u2019s hard to appreciate the sights around you while you\u2019re doubled over and sweating while getting your breath back. Needless to say we didn\u2019t plan to take the bikes out on these streets. We did see a few cyclists valiantly pedalling up some of them, though before having to dismount when they realised the impossibility of it. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Beautiful but steep<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Hard on the legs!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Armed with maps and guide books we made our way to Coit Tower. Described as the exclamation point on San Francisco\u2019s skyline, it\u2019s a monument to the city\u2019s firefighters. The views are supposed to be breath-taking from the top but we were keen to get to the museum before it closed. The Beat Museum is a good starting point to get the backstory of the counterculture movement San Francisco has become known for. There was an informative film about the prominent characters of the Beat movement, some fascinating pictures and articles and of course, a great bookshop. Nearby City Lights bookshop would have to wait for another time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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View from near the Coit Tower – Oakland Bay Bridge in the distance<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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One of the murals in North Beach<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Chinatown was close by so we walked there next, and since\nwe\u2019d built up an appetite with all that walking we had dinner in one of the\nmany Chinese restaurants. Ticking off another item on my list, we followed the\nmap to 29 Russell Street where Jack Kerouac wrote On the Road. <\/em>In this house, Kerouac stayed with Neal and Carolyn\nCassidy where they apparently lived in a m\u00e9nage a trois for a short time. The\nguide book informed us that she frequently kicked them both out \u2013 oh to have\nbeen a fly on the wall for those conversations! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The house where On The Road was written<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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More walking the following day \u2013 to Haight Ashbury, the so-called epicentre of the psychedelic 60s where 1967\u2019s \u2018Summer of Love\u2019 originated. It\u2019s fondly referred to as \u2018Hashbury\u2019 these days. On the way we passed some stunning-looking houses and buildings. It\u2019s never boring walking these streets, even if it is hard on the legs. I was keen to see the locations associated with Charles Manson and one of his followers, Susan Atkins and as they are in the same district we went there first. Janis Joplin lived there too, and the Grateful Dead House wasn\u2019t too far away so I ended up with several pictures of me in front of various walls and front doors. These are all private houses now but I guess if you buy one, aware they were once home to such iconic characters you expect to get the odd tourist posing outside your front door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The house Janis Joplin lived in in 1967 (Susan Atkins lived next door)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The Grateful Dead lived here<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Me with Jimi, Janis and Jerry<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Paul outside the house where Charles Manson used to live<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Haight Ashbury itself didn\u2019t disappoint. There was the\ndistinctive smell of weed in the air, which isn\u2019t illegal in California any\nmore \u2013 although I suspect it would make little difference if it was. There was\na great vibe in the district, with colourful and eccentric characters, some\nhippie-themed shops, cafes and bookshops. On one corner is a clock where the\ntime is stuck at 4:20 which is apparently \u2018International Bong-Hit Time\u2019. We\nread that a local clockmaker fixed it once but within a week it was back at\n4:20 \u2013 wonder why ;-). The day ended with a walk to Buena Vista Park,\nrecommended for its views over the city which again, didn\u2019t disappoint. My legs\nwere begging for rest by now but I forced myself to carry on for one more short\nclimb up the hill. As you can see, the views were worth it\u2026 we got a taxi home,\nthough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Haight Street<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Underneath the clock \ud83d\ude42<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Worn out after all the strenuous hill climbing, we only ventured as far as a local bar on Tuesday 24th<\/sup>. As Paul explained in his blog, it\u2019s the bar where the art installation he designed the software for is on display. Fort Mason Center is only a short distance from Aquatic Park. A former shipyard and embarkation point for World War 2 soldiers, it\u2019s now host to a cultural centre with art installations, craft shops and special scientific events. I felt in need of a drink once we got there \u2013 it was the hottest day so far. We met the director of the project in the bar and had a chat with him while we cooled off. The prices weren\u2019t exactly happy hour in there, either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Aquatic Park, on our way to Fort Mason<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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A bus ride was in order for our next destination that day. I\nhad read about the Californian Heritage Centre and thought it sounded like a\ngood way to learn more about the area we were visiting. It wasn\u2019t! Well it\nmight have been if your interest was in pictures of abandoned railway tracks or\nthe history of railroads in general. As good as the photos of these were, that\nwas all it was \u2013 nothing about San Francisco or California in general. Disappointed,\nand $20 dollars poorer we walked to the Ferry Building on the waterfront and\nfollowed the historic pier walk from piers 1 \u2013 40 at a slow pace, reading the\ninformation plaques about some of them at various intervals. This was a much\ncooler and pleasant walk, away from the steep hills and the inner city heat.\nComing upon the ferry departure point for trips to Alcatraz on Pier 33, we made\nenquiries about dates and fares and booked it there and then for Thursday 26th<\/sup>.\nThis was to be my birthday treat from Paul and initially, the plan was that I\nwould be going alone but I was pleased when Paul decided to come along too. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Ferry Building<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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We had a weird and wonderful Wednesday before then,\nbeginning with a visit to the delightful Musee Mecanique. We happened upon it\nby accident on our way to check out the berth in Pier 39 where we would be\nmoving to on Friday. The museum is located on Pier 45 in Fisherman\u2019s Wharf and\nis host to one of the world’s largest (over 200) privately owned collection of\ncoin-operated mechanical musical instruments and antique arcade machines in\ntheir original working condition. We wandered in for a quick look as it was\nfree and ended up staying for over an hour playing the machines, listening to\nthe old time music and marvelling at some of the \u2018attractions\u2019 (one of them\nactually invited you to watch naughty Madeleine lift her skirt). These pics\nshow just some of the machines. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Pier 39\u2019s boat docks are famous for the some 1300 sea lion squatters who, because Californian law requires boats to make way for marine mammals, have been allocated an area where they can congregate, fight, swim and bark and scratch and jostle for space to their hearts\u2019 content. There is always a crowd of onlookers delighting in these antics and we joined them to watch the cute and cumbersome but always fascinating creatures for a while. On the way back we passed through the seaside amusement square near Pier 39. Here you can ride an old fashioned carousel, enjoy all you can eat fast food and browse the souvenir and \u2018hoodie\u2019 shops. A wooden stage hosts performances from magicians, musicians and comedians in an open mike style fashion for voluntary donations at the end of the performance. We stood and watched a female illusionist from a balcony until our attention was diverted by the shouts of outrage about \u2018rights\u2019 and freedom coming from a \u00a0man being chased by three policeman. Not long after that we spotted a guy in a wheelchair on the promenade proudly waving a banner with the words \u2018f*** Trump\u2019 emblazoned on it. A bit further on there was an opportunity to pose for pictures with Mr Trump and Kim Jong-Un (they may well have been lookalikes though). Our wonderful Wednesday concluded with a face to face confrontation with a large raccoon sitting on a rubbish bin as we entered the walkway to the dinghy dock – I don’t know who was more startled, him or us. I just love San Francisco. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Not the guy who was chased but this is typical of a scene in the area<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

It was a scorching hot day for our Alcatraz excursion.  All advice, however, recommended bringing warm\nclothing for the ferry crossing even though it\u2019s only a 20 minute trip. Indeed,\nmost people began pulling out jumpers and scarves five minutes into the midday\njourney. Once we\u2019d disembarked, the warmth returned and a jolly ranger welcomed\nus all with a speech about what we could expect to see and a bit of background\nhistory. The whole trip was extremely well organised. I\u2019d been a bit worried\nabout how so many people would see everything if we all arrived together.\nInstead, everyone get a sets of headphones with an auditory tour which you can\npause and play at your leisure. This means each place is spaced out so that not\neveryone is crowded into one spot at any one time. On the day we visited, an ex-inmate\nwas there signing copies of his autobiography. I wondered how he must have felt\ntravelling back to the place he had been incarcerated for so many years. It\u2019s\nan amazing place to visit and naturally we took lots of pictures. The most\nmoving thing I heard on the audio narration was a description from an inmate\ntelling how they all used to clamour for the spot where they could hear the\nshouts and celebrations coming from mainland San Francisco each New Year\u2019s Eve\nand if they were lucky they might see the midnight fireworks. Just some of the\npics from the trip below.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The very tiny cells in Alcatraz<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Using paper mache heads, the Anglin brothers fooled guards and escaped, never to be seen again<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Inside the dining hall<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The solitary confinement cell<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Late that afternoon we returned to The Haight District to\ncheck out The City Lights Bookshop. I was particularly keen to see the upstairs\nroom where so many poets, including Bob Dylan, had read their work. The shop\nitself looked exactly as it must have done it its heyday and now doubles as a\nmuseum in that it has displays and information about the shop\u2019s origin and\nevents. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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OTHER HIGHLIGHTS<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We were in San Francisco for two weeks and I managed to tick off all the places and things I wanted to see and do. I loved our few days at Pier 39 with the sea lions. On one memorable occasion, we were unable to get back on the boat because two of them had chosen our pontoon to bask on. Only the day before we had read an article about how they can be viscous if they feel threatened. One had apparently dragged a woman by the arm and forced her into the water. I had seen their teeth and there was no way I was going to attempt to pass them. Paul had a go. He clapped his hands and shouted but they growled loudly showing those huge teeth and he sensibly backed away. In the end we sought help from our neighbouring Wine Therapy<\/em> tour boat. The guy on there turned the water hose on them and they reluctantly slipped into the water. We moved from there a couple of days later over to the other side of the pier because our berth was needed for a dredger. That side had fewer sea lions and was a lot busier but it was handy for all the facilities. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Berthed in Pier 39 – The Coit Tower is highest on the right<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Sea lions blocking our path<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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We finally had our celebratory birthday Indian meal on 28th<\/sup> September in a restaurant in Haight Ashbury. We\u2019d both done separate things that day. I\u2019d gone to the cinema to see Quentin Tarantino\u2019s Once Upon a Time in Hollywood<\/em>, his take on the Manson murders. At nearly three hours long, it was nice to enjoy it in comfortable reclining seats. Paul had spent the afternoon at the artificial ‘Treasure Island’ in San Francisco Bay, to check out their marina as a possible location to move to. He met me after the film and we had a brief look round the Financial District with its skyscrapers and the usual city centre brand name shops before getting a bus to Haight, which is even more atmospheric in the evenings. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The financial district<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Haight at night<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Paul\u2019s blog has already related our trip to Golden Gate\nBridge where I was keen to get a photograph of myself in front of the bridge\nroughly where I had posed in 1983. Left to my own devices I would have plumped\nfor an approximate location as long as the bridge was behind me. I was amazed\nby Paul\u2019s logic and calculations to determine the exact<\/em> place I had stood. It was the strangest feeling to be in the\nvery spot I had last been on 36 years previously. There were a lot more tourist\nattractions and shops there than I remembered. It was also a thrill for me to\nlocate the place where James Stewart and Kim Novak had been during the filming\nof Hitchcock\u2019s Vertigo. <\/em>  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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We spent one afternoon at San Francisco\u2019s Botanical Gardens. They were undeniably impressive and very well kept. It was hard to believe we were in the middle of a large city. I think we would have got more out of them if we knew a little more about plants, flowers, birds \u2013 even trees! We need to learn these things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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From there we went to the Mission District because my little\nguide book said it had lots of bookshops. This area had a definite \u2018edgy\u2019 feel\nto it. It was a lot more run-down and the advice in the guide book was to avoid\nafter dark. This was San Francisco\u2019s original neighbourhood \u2013 my guide\nexplained that it was; <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018built around an 18th<\/sup>-century Spanish mission\nwhere nothing seemed to grow until the Gold Rush brought boatloads of\nadventurers, and wild speculation took root. The Mission remains fertile ground\nfor vivid imaginations and tall tales told over strong drink \u2013 hence mural-lined\nstreets, pirate supplies and literary bar crawls\u2019 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It had a distinct Latino vibe and there were lots of Spanish\nand Mexican eateries. Things were a lot cheaper here and I bought a San\nFrancisco hoodie I\u2019d been after at a good price. The bookshops were great too.\nIt was a great place to walk around after dark, flaunting the advice in the\nbook. I had a feeling it stayed lively throughout the night, and unlike other\nparts of the city, places seemed to stay open much later. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Mission District<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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A creative writing meeting in one of the bookshops<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

As we entered the month of October we began to plan our next destination and set a date on which to leave San Francisco. We settled on the 5th<\/sup> when we would travel to Monterey. Our last few days there were spent back at anchor in Aquatic Park. There is a distinct autumnal chill in the air by now and Paul keeps reminding me that the further south we go the warmer it will get. We still need the heater in the evenings and early mornings but it\u2019s been consistently clear and bright and warm during the day. I was sad to leave San Francisco but I felt we\u2019d definitely done it justice. Pics below of our last few days and of us going under the Golden Gate Bridge en route for Monterey. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Leaving the anchorage<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Drakes Bay proved to be a great stopover before we hit the bright lights of San Francisco. It was here that Francis Drake is thought to have landed during his circumnavigation of the world in 1579. 30 miles from San Francisco, this stunning bay is four miles wide \u2013 and an undeniable area of outstanding … Continue reading “The Streets of San Francisco”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":23,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6840","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6840","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/23"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6840"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6840\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6923,"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6840\/revisions\/6923"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6840"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6840"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sistermidnight.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6840"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}