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First thing we did was go look at the fire escape we didn’t go down in the fire alarm last night. I’m glad we took the stairs by the front office instead, even though they would have been dicy in a real fire – all wood.
This one looks scary, though!
After this, we went to the very nice – and free – continental breakfast at Pläj, the Scandinavian restaurant here.
After breakfast, we gathered up our stuff and headed out for the Big Bus tour
While waiting, we got some pictures of City Hall and the Opera House.
We got on at Stop 7 and took a bunch of pictures, even though it was foggy. On the double decker bus we were pretty close to the trolly car lines!
Of course, we crossed the Golden Gate Bridge and took pictures both directions!
It was so cold and windy, we decided to get off somewhere to get a jacket, sweater, anything.
As it turned out, our bus didn’t take the normal route. It changes slightly on Sunday’s and the San Francisco Marathon had us rerouted somewhat.
On the way to the last stop, Fisherman’s Wharf, I also took these pictures:
On Fisherman’s Wharf. We had to get off here and the 7-11 had fleece jackets. I put mine on immediately!
From Fisherman’s Wharf, we decided to take a cable car. I was amazed that 3 men turned them around manually with a little turntable
After our ride, we had to get off that and board again. The line was very long and we could see that it would be at least 3 carloads before we could get back on so we decided to go find out bus again.
We walked up to Union Square…and ran into my endocrinologist from Johns Hopkins in Baltimore! Dr. Salvatori was there for the Endocrine Society Convention but there had been a gas leak and the convention had been evacuated.
After chatting with him a little, we took the bus back home and got off at the other side of the City Hall and walked around to “our place”.
I took a little nap and Tom went out to Walgreens to get some aloe vera for his sunburn.
At about 4:30, I got up and got ready to meet Kelly, a Cushing’s patient and member of my message boards.
She had chosen a restaurant called Absinthe, which was within walking distance. We got our first table and decided to move because the sun was coming through the windows, then moved again to a corner table. Then a staff member told us that that table was reserved so we moved again. That party came very late and we probably could have finished before they got there. Oh well!
We had a very nice dinner, then, finally bedtime.