Playing tourist in San Francisco

San Francisco is my favorite city in the United States.  The food, the culture, the beauty, the weather, the bay....  I would happily move there if I didn't have so many roots in the east coast.  Instead, I am left to perpetually enjoy it as a tourist.

Or, occasionally work there.  My job had me staying at the Westin St. Francis on Powell St for training, right in the thick of things.  Despite having been to San Francisco oodles of times, the only time I did the "touristy" stuff in San Francisco was when I was 14, back during the Precambrian era.  So after my training finished, I took a few days off to be the most un-original tourist in San Francisco.  While I may scoff at the throngs of onlookers in New York, I gleefully took the cable car outside my hotel and I don't care who knows it!

Anyway, if a picture's a thousand words, then I need to stop writing and let the pictures do the talking.

View of the bay from Embarcadero Center, my office for the
week.

A garden-filled rooftop walk next to the Embarcadero Center.
A great place to take a lunch break.

Perhaps my favorite place in San Francisco...the ferry terminal.
I want to eat all the noms in there.

Ferry terminal area at night.

Sorry...I just like my night shots.  Another night shot from the
ferry terminal area.

Some high-faluttin' shops at Union Square.  I just love how
the palm trees add so much elegance to the square.

Unabashed tourist right here.
Heading up Powell St.  Ding ding!

Arf arf arf!  The sea lions at Fisherman's Wharf.

The Bay Bridge as seen from Fisherman's Wharf.

The Silver...er, Gold...Golden....ahh, nevermind, let me look this
up and get back to you on what this bridge is called.

Moved to the Sheraton Fisherman's Wharf.  (The Westin
St. Francis is mucho dinero, my friend.)  Here, you can enjoy
a California red while warming up to one of several fire pits.