A Long Walk From the Farmer’s Market to Twin Peaks
Saturday: a wonderful day for a walk all over town. Here are a few photos, all of which can be viewed larger by clicking on them.
A gate guarded by Buddha.
The entrance to the Hearst Building.
Older building made of brick.
The narrow, but tall Hobart Building.
Homeless woman. Note: both D. and J. have raised doubts to this claim based on her electric wheelchair.
Three buildings, many lines.
A southwestern colored F-Line streetcar.
The Ferry Building.
Family eating on the observation floor of the ferry platform.
A sad looking car patched with duct tape and with a truck mirror.
Flapjacks and grease.
Blue Bottle Coffee drip-brewing coffees.
A wonderful row of kettle drummers.
The pebble-embedded tracks of the Embarcadero.
A flowering cliff.
Old grey cadillac on Telegraph Hill.
Cracked car window.
Horse ties in North Beach.
Ascending the flower-coated hills to Twin Peaks.
A trail and a tower.
Father and daughter looking at stuff.
The hill from last weekend.
Looking down Market Street from Twin Peaks.
A car ad.
This snake had suffered two horrible bird bites on its tail. I don’t think it will make it.
Lady and dogs.
Pigeon business. Boom-pigeon-wah-wah!
A neighborhood so fancy even the driveways are carpeted.
Colorful house in need of a fresh coat of paint.
Stairs on the sidewalk.
Catching a train in Delores Park to take us partway home.
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