My recent journey to San Francisco would not have been nearly as much fun without my partners in crime. We took to the streets of San Francisco (pun intended) and discovered Maiden Lane, which was formerly a row of brothels and is now a row of serious shops. We discovered the Prada boutique among others of that same level of expense. After joking about having our credit cards scanned as a qualification for entering, we opted for taking our photo in front of the store. Our peripatetic journey allowed us to shop among those who actually have money. Of course, nothing was budging our wallets to invest in the $400.00 tank top. (Aren't those $5.00 at Wal-Mart?)
My son and daughter-in-law joined me for the weekend, and we bussed up to the Golden Gate Bridge, walked through Chinatown, and trolley'd for rest. Lunch in Chinatown consisted of DimSum. (I won't order it again, but it was okay.) After the up and down hills of the Asian sector, we opted for a rest aboard the Trolley. My son rode standing up on the edge just like the people in all of those post cards do. He even admitted that it was pretty cool. Well to be honest with you, we were all wearing gloves because it was cold and windy on that beautiful SF day.
Just as I always do, I cried when they boarded their plane. I'm always crying when I have to tell my adult children bye. They live too far away, and I don't get to see them nearly enough.
