We weren’t having much time to explore by ourselves but we were going to tick off all the main sights without the aggravation of climbing any hills, dine in Sausalito for lunch and revisit Pier 39, which is where I found my beloved rainbow shop.
We started our San Franciscan experience not too auspiciously in
We were rather late getting off our train, not that we weren’t all ready it’s just that Amtrak seemed to resent out fancy-smancy train and took very opportunity to hinder our elegant progress through the Western states. We’d been told on the first day wear ‘our flexibility pants’ and it turned out that perhaps we should be wearing our entire ‘flexibility suit’ which matching flexibility hat and bag! Being a passenger on the European Orient Express, the British Pullman and the Northern Belle I wasn’t used to this concept of the inferiority complex on behalf of the rail operators and their endless insistence that every fright train on the entire network should take precedence over our slower but more beautifully formed train. So when we climbed down the steps of our train when we’d finally permitted to disgorge the passengers we were an hour or so behind schedule but little did we know it would be a while before we saw our train again.
Our guide for the day had been rather anxious if we were ever to see her and we headed straight for the obligatory
Once a cheaper area to live and some of the houses as colourful as their occupants now much sought after and highly desirable these Victorian and Edwardian painted in those pastel colours reminiscent of smart seaside houses with their imposing fronts.