FrozenDreamer

So we got up this morning and came to the local cafe to eat breakfast and blog on our websites… after all, it’s easier than writing postcards to everyone. It was quite relaxing anyhoo, and we got everything up to date in about an hour.

We left the Cafe (called Cup-A-Joe) and headed for the F-Market line, where we caught the trolley out to The Castro area of the city. This is THE gay area of San Francisco, and the site of Harvey Milk’s legacy brough to life. I’ll add a link into the Wikipedia for Harvey, so you can find out why he’s so important.

After arriving at the Castro (and trying to shake the smell of dirty bodies from out clothes), we browsed the many gay-shops and had a lovely meal with wine out on the street pavement. It was another fabulous day weatherwise… so we were making the most of it.
I tried to locate the ‘Names Project’, which is a memorial to all the gay people killed in the concentration camps during WW2, and after about a half-hour searching, located it in the smallest ‘park’ I have ever seen… barely big enough to swing a poodle (of which there were a few in The Castro). Basically, a lovely memorial, shyte location though.

The Castro is a lovely neighbourhood. Loas of friendly people… with the occational homeless person (a given in the whole of SF really). Loas of retail therapy available, nice pubs and restaurants. Basically, a quiter version of Soho… ut bigger and MUCH more friendly. If you speak to someone on the street, they’re not likely to poke you in the eye, spray mace in the remaining hole and run screaming for the police… like they do in Soho. However, I’m sure you could find an establishment somewhere in SF that would cater for this if you wanted it. *shudder*.

We left The Castro and headed for Pier 39 where we wanted to say hello to the FARTIES (Sea Lions) and have a relaxing drinky in The Cannery. We did the tour of the Pier and headed for the Cannery where I managed to find the worst glass of Pinot Grigio I’ve ever had… but it was wine and I needed it to forget about the smelly homeless people. (I sound bad, but they keep talking to us because we’re tourists… so they think we’ll give them money for drugs and things. NO CHANCE!)
While sitting in The Cannery, listening to the live music… Bryan, somehow, managed to delete ALL of his photos from his camera. Not one or two….. ALL OF THEM. A foul mood ensued and well, lets just say the neighbours in the next door room of the hotel were probably scared of me that evening. It’s fair to say the two of us had a little bit of a row because B went moody… big time moody… and he accepts that so I can say it. (We’re fine now by the way).

So after things had simmered down a little bit (and after much throwing of pillows to vent anger), we went for dinner in BRICK, which is downstairs on the same block as the hotel. The food was fabulous. Small portions, but VERY tasty. The started that I had (Spicy chicken Wings with a gorgonzola foam) was so hot I nearly cried… while my main course (Rib Eye with an espresso jue and spinache sauce) was gorgeous.
We had a few drinkies after that and headed back upstairs for the rest of the evening.

So yeah, day 4… fabulous, until we fell out, and then fabulous again because we were ok. I still love SF!