This mornings news carried a pertinent item: Today on Friday 13th the bell in the tower at Winchester House will toll 13 times today on the 13th hour, in honour of Sarah.
As planned we made our way into San Francisco today, eager to see as many of the sites as we could. Like any other city, it is bustling and crowded, the freeways packed with those bumper hungry drivers (though somehow on these roads its more acceptable, the traffic keeps flowing and everyone’s happy, no one needs to stop, just exit at the right moment-providing there is that all important sign of course) The impossible hills were just as we expected, the cable cars trundled up and down laden with tourists hanging from the side, I’d wanted to ride one, but would have spent most of our time queuing to do so, I suppose any time is busy in such a popular tourist city. We were lucky enough to have chosen a fairly clear day so the views were spectacular. Our first good sight of the Golden gate was from one of those hills, just after we had climbed Lombard St. This is reputed to be the crookedest St in the world and having seen it I think it probably is! Not for the faint hearted driver. The view from the top was well worth the climb, though I think I shall pay for it tomorrow. All the guides tell you it is a tourists dream as all the sights are close together, easily walkable; which they are, but unfortunately my poor old knees don’t do too well on the downhill – must remember to do my stretches before I get into bed. We wandered along Fisherman’s Warf, unfazed by all the historic vessels; I suppose that’s because of where we live! We sat at the end, Malc pondering what it would be like to sail under the bridge, me, wondering what it was like for all those interned in Alcatraz – did you know that it was the only state prison with hot showers? – supplied so the prisoners did not become accustomed to cold water – they might think about escape!