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Monday June 2, 2003: San Francisco Bay, Berkeley (CA)
WARNING : this text has been translated automatically from french
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Tuesday June 3, 2003: San Francisco (CA)
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Wednesday June 4, 2003: San Francisco (CA)
Alarm clock 8h00. It is not easy nevertheless, one slept very well, one has well a room in withdrawal of the street, it gives on a small court interior, they is very calm and fresh. The weather is fresh in any event in San Francisco.
One lunches in the room and one leaves to recover the car to bring it to the Bus Wash, which takes a good hour to us.
One returns the car on Bush Street at ALAMO to 11h15.
I have stressed for a few days to know if it will notice or not the deformation on the chassy which had been caused at the time of our towing to the Lake Powell. One restores the keys, one does not ask us nothing moreover, quickly flee!
One begins our "pedestrian" tour towards Financial District where one lunches in a cafèt '. Fabien takes a expresso further because it does not support any more the coffee watery coffee, but in Financial District the expresso it is not fun, they are strapping men!!! Me I have a coffee at the entry of Chinatown and one crosses this Asian city as a guy zag before arriving on the side of Nob Hill towards Coït Tower. One sees the serpentine of Lombard Street with far and the Golden delicious Gate Bridge under the fog at the horizon. Fabien visits the museum which is inside the tower and which shelters a series of tables "kitsch industrial".
One has gone down again by Telegraph Hill (impressive descent, one benefits from it to take a photo row on the slope and who makes believe that the dwellings lean abnormally) to find Baskin Robbins (they are these ices) which I dream to drip for a few days since I saw it indicated in the Guide of Routard. Fabien is regaled with me: one chose of Milk Shakes, him Franch Vanilla and me Frozen Yogurt Vanilla...
With 17h00 one takes off to go to rest with the hotel. One passes nevertheless by Nob Hill to feet for the point of view on the city then one returns.
It is 18h20, I have postcards to write.
Thus towards 20h15 one leaves, this evening we will discover the Italian district of night: North Beach. One leaves to feet through Chinatown night, that does not have anything to see and one lets oneself guide by the lights of the Italian district which seems much festif the evening: restaurant, pub, restaurant, with with each door a boy to incite us to enter his shop: truths latinos, that tchatche and finally one is let convince by the "Restoring Viva" whose chart seems more pleasant to us and about which the gatekeeper speaks in French! Ca is there, one has an Italian pal (it works like insane, but one day it will cross the USA and will take time to travel reassures us he).
In short, after bolognaises, a soup of the day and salad, one takes again the way of the hotel quietly.
Thursday June 5, 2003: San Francisco (CA)
Always the alarm clock with 8h00, but this morning I have fishing: preum' S!
After a shower, an overdose of coffee refill one decides to go to Presido, one passes by the post office towards Russian Hill and Nob Hill, then one goes along Chestnut Street to finally stop eating a "Burger Original" at Jonny Rocket' S: a true Treat! true chips... miam. Fabien asks whether one can cook his rare steak to him "very", one answers him that it is not possible for reasons of hygiene. Finally the meat will be well bleeding, god bless you!
And one sets out again, it is necessary for us to cross Presido if one wants to walk on the Golden delicious Gate Bridge. To cross it is quickly known as, one makes some loses oneself in the laces of our foireux plan which announces only one way out of two and without the compass one does not notice our error immediately. One lengthens our course of several miles, one is irritated.
One arrives nevertheless at the Golden delicious Gate Bridge. But towards 14h30, cold, exhausted... thus deserving!
Finally it was to better spend time since the sun shows its nose now. Some photographs, a little video, 2 - 3 spittles in water (it is high), one takes even the time of rêvasser to rambarde while turning to S.F. from which one distinguishes downtown by this clear time well.
For the return it will be in the bus. Fastoche! Even that one controls now! Stop, change, one leaves on Market Street. One turns in S.F. Market Center where one finds finally the beater basic ball for Aurélie. Milkshake, Pretzel.
Rest with the hotel, bath. One sets out again towards 19h30 for an Asian restaurant: Vietnam II, a treat. Owl day.
Friday June 6, 2003: San Francisco (CA)
Always the alarm clock with 8h00. One spends our last complete day to San Francisco, I would say even in California, or better to States. One will thus benefit from it à.fond (like up to now besides). One wants to see the Golden delicious Gate Park, for that one leaves to feet direction Civic Center to see the administrative establishments. One crosses a small market, one passes in front of the Auditorium, City Hall and then further that goes up, that goes up, one sees finally the houses of Victorien style which one guesses on the postcards taken since Alamo Square.
One passes by Haight Street, grocer in sight: fruits, vegetables and Coke light.
While arriving at the Golden delicious Gate Park the weather is overcast enormously, the weather is gray and cold. One enters on the side where the park is in work, it is not pretty-pretty for spade to screw. One chooses finally a place concreted with some grass squares and a fountain. There one tastes our yoghourts on a green bench in front of the University of Sciences.
The sun types extremely in spite of the clouds and Fabien has the face which starts to heat. It did not take along its hat of cow-boy who had protected it in the canyons. I arrange to him a turban of fortune with the cover initially designed to sit down: one laughs much by thinking so that people could think.
One passes in front of Japanese Tea Garden which one circumvents to go to see the lake, one returns by the botanical park (much prettier, one would have spade to screw by there) to go to seek our Bus # 71. It arrives very quickly and one finds oneself in Market Street before 15h. One has shops to make if one does not want to return the empty hands. Finally it is in Powell Street that one finds Gift Shop with which one is satisfied to bring back some offerings to our families: Mug for Agnes, a framework for Mom, a cap for Marc, a Chinese book on S.F. for Dad. And the business is in the bag.
One tastes even Frozen Yogourt of Ben & Jerry' S which I enjoy on Union Public garden, in the shade for Fabien because it is already rather red of this morning, and me with the sun because I am always also cold: with this mode of ices and milk shake I will finish frozen!
Let us be heated with the hotel before arising to eat (not too late because there is a concert of Jazz which prepares on Union Public garden, it will be perhaps seen?).
While arriving at the Fabien hotel its frontage since the pavement of opposite with in premium a superb motor bike parked thinks of photographing in front. One enters the hotel and in the hall one is made accost by a reprocessed Canadian couple which has travelled through the USA (boat/motor bike) for 3 months and parties for 3 weeks!
Our impressions of voyage and our experiment of voyage are exchanged. One returns, one shower then one arises oneself.
The concert of Jazz on Union Public garden is already started, one settles for a few pieces until the hunger pulls about us. One elects Lori' S Dinner (since time that one causes some!). I choose Tuna Special and Fabien for Burger Typique. The whole enjoyed with the counter (one supervises the head and the furnaces) and enclosed by Milk Shake Old Fashion: chantilly, cherry and especially proportioning of Giant!
One leaves from there completely dilated and one chooses small strolls digestive towards the port (the Embarcadero) at the end of Market Street. One distinguishes the Bridge which through Bay of S.F. for Oakland and Berkeley while crossing Treasure Island.
The lights emphasize the buildings, it is very beautiful. One returns towards 23h00 to take refuge with the heat in our room.
Saturday June 7, 2003: San Francisco (CA)
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