Besties in our Vesties

An early morning, maybe a little before 5am hustle down Market St to catch a bus to the Pier.  We had been told if we got to Alcatraz early enough there might be some tickets available.  We were not the earliest. We grabbed the most expensive breakfast sandwich in the history of early morning eating.  Its cost was indirectly related to its taste.  The National Parks are not known for quality food.  Alas, we scored tickets to “The Rock” and set off across the Bay.  It was windy and Sunny, ironically, we both found it quite pretty.  The flowers and birds were spectacular, and the tour of the prison was really well done, complete with who had been there and who had gotten away. 

Back on the mainland we walked up to the Ferry Building for lunch.  We weren’t the only ones with that idea and as the weekend was getting closer you could feel the population of the city swell.  We ate our lunch on a park bench overlooking the Bay. Spent the rest of the afternoon shopping and I picked up a black vest that made us look like twins, “besties in our vesties.” We walked toward the beach to watch the sun set one more time.  Amy said a glass of wine would be perfect.  I was happy to pull out the bottle of wine and two glasses I had stuffed into my backpack midday at the Ferry building.  We sipped our wine and watched the sun set on our last evening in San Fran.  We found a nondescript seafood bar for dinner and had a great meal including Amy’s first oysters.  As we finished up eating a Blues band started to set up. We already had front row seats.  The front man was a crowd working schmoozer, and the bassist an old hip solid blues master. It was a great show and a wonderful end of to a great trip.