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San Francisco - Part 2 (20)







photos from top to bottom: (1) Stable fog over the Golden Gate Bridge, (2) Pier 39, Telegraph Hill in the background, (3) How much bus stops are marked, (4) climb to the Telegraph Hill (5) From the Telegraph Hill towards Little Italy, (6) The Cable Car in Chinatown

17.7. 21.45 Clock San Francisco Hotel Whitcomb Whitcomb

The beds in the worst so far in two weeks, and San Francisco to expect with misty 15 degrees. "If you are going to San Francisco some wear jackets and some bonnets around your hair, "Scott McKenzie would have to sing. Mark Twain was already there with his precise statement of the hardest he had ever experienced winter, summer in San Francisco would have been.

Breakfast is diagonally across from American luxuriant, but passable. With a little heavy stomach, we'll board the Streetcar in front of the hotel, get to Fisherman's Wharf to the bus to the last stop, take time to walk and still see the Golden Gate Bridge from a distance. As expected, immersed in the fog. But the Victorian houses are once again charming.

the way back (after We have requested that a bus stop is identified by a small painted sign on a lamp-post) leads us to Fisherman's Wharf http://www.sfgate.com/neighborhoods/sf/fishermanswharf/ to the sea lions and the souvenir shops. A Hard Rock Cafe is also including two T-shirts and improve the children's spirits noticeably.

Beyond immerses the Telegraph Hill to Coit Tower with which we climb on the Filbert Steps. And now San Francisco is incredibly charming and worth living. Wonderful cottage with romantic garden plots, terraced pattern and no direct access by car, but that with great views over the bay - either towards Bay Bridge or Alcatraz. One time I even see a small pool on the roof and the sun comes out to perfection. It must be a pleasure to live here and it must cost a fortune. The Coit Tower

provides beautiful and interesting views in the other direction, but the immediacy of that empathy is lacking in the housing from the top. We climb down the other side and find the direction of Little Italy on the border of Chinatown, which I am looking for: The Cafe Greco. Once Cappuccino, Cafe Latte three and four absolutely delicious sweets. It is a must.

Then we see the third place at last Cable Car (must be why so many tourists everywhere?), But my $ 5 trip ends fast and I run up the steep hill again, panting to pick out the still intact lens cap Nikon from the street. The family found at the terminus partly proud, partly redeemed together and Lisa's mood is improving sustainable in that gap has friendly tailored jeans, two in their body shape. As it just so must be, while Mia's knee going out of support actually provided, but we still plod conciliatory Market Street down to the Whitcomb.

make purchases without us to find a nice restaurant with California cuisine and enter SoMa (South of Market), according to the guide very cool neighborhood with artists, many boutiques and trendy Restaurants. We find furniture stores, a gas station, some excavations, many odd birds and with growing dismay about the U.S. social policy homeless in a frequency of about 50 meters. These are not the hippie dropouts in Haight Ashbury, the place "cash for research on alcohol" paint on the sign or "BEE" with coins on the street and ask for the "R". Here are dozens of mostly black people, with their one or two plastic bags of belongings crammed on the sidewalk, in niches or in cases of luxury on a wooden bench.

Since we can not find a restaurant, we continue our search in the northern and equipped with expensive architectural area called Civic Center continues and the image of poverty remains the same. We see once again this country is very difficult. The dollar bill that we give is more a symbolic act

front of the hotel, we finally find what we really wanted all along: Sam's Diner offers great food, friendly service and moderate prices. The chocolate milkshake from Lisa enough for dessert for three and delete his children Starbucks for tomorrow because we want to have breakfast at Sam too.

The fog dominated San Francisco have already been three hours, but as if to prove the American contradictions three of us caught a sunburn. Here, at 20 degrees with first coat, then only with T-shirt and sweater.