High on a hill, it called to us… To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars… and yes! We almost left our heart in San Francisco…
Now, you know: as our tradition would oblige us, we began our visit with a tour of China Town…
We went to visit some animals.
Some of whom seemed rather familiar to us…
…and others… a little less so.
In the Castro and the Mission, each of the houses was more colourful than the last; and even the streets, at times.
The beach was all around the city…
To an old idol, hommage, Julius paid.
We sometimes had the impression we’d been sent back to an era we didn’t quite know...
The Castro proudly showed us its colours…
…and we were touched to see Harvey Milk appear in the window of what was once his camera shop.
Once again, we found ourselves lost in the aisles of incredible bookshops…
And on our last day, we celebrated el Día de los Muertos, or Day of the Dead, in the Mission, the Hispanic district!
To be continued…
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