Back from San Francisco. Jet lagged. Bags unpacked. Bags re-packed. Off again.
Yes, with travel dust still clinging to my nasal passages (you check on Google, nobody has ever used that phrase before) we are off again. This time our destination is Gloucestershire to spend a few days with our old friends J&E who have just moved there from Oxford. I thought I would feature a few of the photographs from San Francisco on the blog whilst I am away. But how do you choose just four photographs, four memories, from so many?
My first photograph seems to encapsulate so many of the delightful aspects of San Francisco. I was so impressed by the public transport system there - the buses, trolleys, trams and cable cars were cheap, frequent and both passenger-friendly and environmentally friendly. Having rented an apartment some way out of the city and not wanting to hire a car, I was slightly worried about how easy it would be to get around. I needn't have worried; the San Francisco Municipal Transport system could teach most British cities a lesson or two.
We bounced, swayed and lunged around that wonderful city, cheek by jowl with citizens of every colour, creed and persuasion. It was all part of our glorious experience of the city by the bay.