San Francisco is a pleasant city.
And: San Francisco is not the average American City. It has a distinct European look & feel about it, with a whiff of Spanish. A lot of the first built brick buildings - and even wooden houses! - still exist and are in use, and there are not that much glass and concrete highrises you see in other American cities.
There's not much traffic, either. We never saw blocked or even very busy streets. The cable cars are fun to ride, and they go real slow. The street cars are European and very old, all shiny mahogany and copper, with windows you can open and lovely art deco lights.
The restaurants that line the streets are not only diners but a lot of healthy food serving restaurants as well. The food we had at the Fisherman's Wharf was very good, the seafood really fresh. We ate there twice, once in the Cannery! (Cannery. Cannery Row? John Steinbeck? Well, that was the one in Monterey, but this is a very interesting Cannery Row as well!).
The city doesn't have a distinct scent because there's so much water around it, plus strong winds from the ocean. Funnily you didn't smell the ocean in the City, there was just constant fresh air.
Our Hotel, one of the old historic hotels remaining in America made you feel safe. Such a colossal building, all that shiny wood panelling, the marble floors, the Tiffany stained glass in the lobby (the real stuff!), and then our room: after walking the endless corridors a cute little room, and twice the size of your av. London or Paris hotel room. We felt at home right away.
And that's what happened in the city too. There's something in the air that makes you unwind and smile.
There's no need to rush & see all the Must See's. Instead of visiting the SF MoMa we strolled in the nearby Yerba Buena park, enjoying the warmth and the sun. We didn't see the bridge, nor visited special area's, nor saw the Shortest Street. We did though chat along with everyone on the cable cars while it pulled itself up the steep hills. We sat on Union Square doing nothing - mind you, I didn't even want to visit Saks 5th Ave. or Neiman Marcus, opposite our sunny bench.
From beginning till end we were carelessly happy.
Shall we call that 'on holiday'?
And: San Francisco is not the average American City. It has a distinct European look & feel about it, with a whiff of Spanish. A lot of the first built brick buildings - and even wooden houses! - still exist and are in use, and there are not that much glass and concrete highrises you see in other American cities.
There's not much traffic, either. We never saw blocked or even very busy streets. The cable cars are fun to ride, and they go real slow. The street cars are European and very old, all shiny mahogany and copper, with windows you can open and lovely art deco lights.
The restaurants that line the streets are not only diners but a lot of healthy food serving restaurants as well. The food we had at the Fisherman's Wharf was very good, the seafood really fresh. We ate there twice, once in the Cannery! (Cannery. Cannery Row? John Steinbeck? Well, that was the one in Monterey, but this is a very interesting Cannery Row as well!).
The city doesn't have a distinct scent because there's so much water around it, plus strong winds from the ocean. Funnily you didn't smell the ocean in the City, there was just constant fresh air.
Our Hotel, one of the old historic hotels remaining in America made you feel safe. Such a colossal building, all that shiny wood panelling, the marble floors, the Tiffany stained glass in the lobby (the real stuff!), and then our room: after walking the endless corridors a cute little room, and twice the size of your av. London or Paris hotel room. We felt at home right away.
And that's what happened in the city too. There's something in the air that makes you unwind and smile.
There's no need to rush & see all the Must See's. Instead of visiting the SF MoMa we strolled in the nearby Yerba Buena park, enjoying the warmth and the sun. We didn't see the bridge, nor visited special area's, nor saw the Shortest Street. We did though chat along with everyone on the cable cars while it pulled itself up the steep hills. We sat on Union Square doing nothing - mind you, I didn't even want to visit Saks 5th Ave. or Neiman Marcus, opposite our sunny bench.
From beginning till end we were carelessly happy.
Shall we call that 'on holiday'?
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