The weather in San Francisco has been rainy and cold. On my walk to work one day I got pelted by dime sized hail. The next day a downpour soaked me so bad I had to change my socks and walk around the office shoeless for the better part of the day. All this is reminding me a bit of back east but as bad as the weather can seem at the time there is something familiar and comforting about the days where you just want soup for lunch. Really haven’t felt that in the 5 previous years I’ve spent in California.
Retro boutique hotel in Union Square. Very interesting decor and the room was much taller than it was wide, sort of like being dropped in a well. Decent night sleep though and very close to Pearl’s.
Headed south on the 101 departing from San Francisco early in the morning hoping to reach LA by dinner time. The drive is fantastic and there is a lot to look at along the way. Multiple times on the drive I felt compelled to stop and take some pictures but I really only did that once, stopping to get gas and wasting a few minutes driving down a service road. Really liked the color stripes contrasted by the sky at a farm called ‘Crinklaw Ranch’ and the Taqueria sign also caught my eye right next to the gas station.
Drove up to San Francisco for a wedding and made it much earlier than I anticipated. As a result I was able to crash the bachelor party and grab a few “shots of people taking shots” at Ireland’s 32 (one of many Irish bars in SF I learned).
