Coffee and Sea Lions

Our day today was a relatively relaxed affair. We made our way down to the Embarcadero, where ferries and boats all depart San Francisco, and headed into the ferry terminal which is full of artisanal food and coffee and chocolate, and artisinal art.

A fun jaunt through one of the latter saw us buy a few little arty trinkets, then head into a bookshop on the Bay where, against type, we did not purchase anything at all. This was followed by a decent coffee and a giant sugary scroll, far too big for me, but I'm on holidays and not thinking straight, so I ate it all.

From there we walked down to Pier 39 to see the sea lions which were plenteous and fun to watch. Lolling about, swimming and eating, they have a glorious but noisy life.

A walk through the theme park where I bought a hideous coffee and then out onto the street where we headed for the ferris wheel, the perhaps too generously named, SkyStar. Chris and I had a cabin to ourselves and had three and a half revolutions or thereabouts. It was whisper qiuet and ice-skatingly smooth, so a very comfortable and enjoyable ride we had while gaping at the extraordianry view of the city that such heights offer. My hitherto acrophobia thing didn't even make its presence felt.

A lovely day was topped off by a microwave meal and an episode of Miss Fisher's Mysteries (nice to hear an Australian accent again) and an episode of Hope Street, a police procedural set in a little town in Northern Ireland. It felt a little like Doc Martin, only police. A lovely day.Baca lagi