I Left My Heart in San Francisco.
(As written on 6 Jan 2007)
I have been very lazy and let the pictures do the talking these days. Well thats because i dont have computer time, since there's only Bean's laptop here (and Bean is addicted to the internet. Yes, we can conclude that she is a geek. teehee.) and the house computer is always being used.
I love San Francisco. Yesterday was girls day out. We travelled all the way there and around the city on public transport. Their equivalent of the MRT is called the BART (Bay Area R-Something Transport) and we took that to downtown San Francisco. It happened to be a very beautifully sunny day - blue skies, white fluffy clouds, the trees singing in birds. It also happened to be a very blustery morning. And incidentally, i had decided that it would be prudent to wear a short dress to town, you know, for fun. Haha, i almost died walking from the car to the BART station when Uncle Tey dropped us off. It was sooooo cold, and i knew i wouldnt last the day in that piece of cloth, considering my legs were practically naked, if i didnt find leggings or something to prevent the lower half of my body from being freeze dried. So the first thing i did when we got off the train was go into Abercrombie and Fitch to get skinny jeans on sale for 30 bucks (which reminds me i owe Auntie Tey 30 bucks). Shopping is always an auspicious start to anything, and of course, the rest of the day was wonderful.
After a series of public transport messes and other such things, we arrived at a park called Alamo Square. Apparently movies shot in San Fran. always have a scene in there, owing to the marvellous view of the city and the neighbouring Painted Ladies. Now, as exciting as it sounds, Painted Ladies are not really ladies who have been painted and put on permanent exhibition. They are exquistely restored Victorian houses standing in a pretty, colourful row. Then we were off toFillmore St. in Pacific Heights, an uptown area where there was more shopping to be done, and some bagels to eat.
On Polk St., 18 very fresh oysters with lemon juice and Tobasco sauce were slurped up appreciatively by 7 women. Some more than others. Ahem. Burp.
One of the highlights of our little journey was standing on the edge of a ledge, hanging on with frozen fingers to the famous cable cars of San Francisco, while it zoomed up and down the steep, steep streets, wind blowing in hair, losing feeling in my ears. Lombard Street is the world's crookedest street. Winding down a hill in a pretty red bricked line, it is positively one of the prettiest things i've seen. For lack of a better photo, see one that i stole off somewhere. The houses along there are a major cause of jealousy.
Now i dont know why this thing has decided to continue in bold lettering. Well, too bad for it cos i dont feel like typing anymore. bleh.
Minor complaint: Left to its own devices, my hair has decided to mat in the wind. And hence, permanent tangles.
I have been very lazy and let the pictures do the talking these days. Well thats because i dont have computer time, since there's only Bean's laptop here (and Bean is addicted to the internet. Yes, we can conclude that she is a geek. teehee.) and the house computer is always being used.
I love San Francisco. Yesterday was girls day out. We travelled all the way there and around the city on public transport. Their equivalent of the MRT is called the BART (Bay Area R-Something Transport) and we took that to downtown San Francisco. It happened to be a very beautifully sunny day - blue skies, white fluffy clouds, the trees singing in birds. It also happened to be a very blustery morning. And incidentally, i had decided that it would be prudent to wear a short dress to town, you know, for fun. Haha, i almost died walking from the car to the BART station when Uncle Tey dropped us off. It was sooooo cold, and i knew i wouldnt last the day in that piece of cloth, considering my legs were practically naked, if i didnt find leggings or something to prevent the lower half of my body from being freeze dried. So the first thing i did when we got off the train was go into Abercrombie and Fitch to get skinny jeans on sale for 30 bucks (which reminds me i owe Auntie Tey 30 bucks). Shopping is always an auspicious start to anything, and of course, the rest of the day was wonderful.
After a series of public transport messes and other such things, we arrived at a park called Alamo Square. Apparently movies shot in San Fran. always have a scene in there, owing to the marvellous view of the city and the neighbouring Painted Ladies. Now, as exciting as it sounds, Painted Ladies are not really ladies who have been painted and put on permanent exhibition. They are exquistely restored Victorian houses standing in a pretty, colourful row. Then we were off toFillmore St. in Pacific Heights, an uptown area where there was more shopping to be done, and some bagels to eat.
On Polk St., 18 very fresh oysters with lemon juice and Tobasco sauce were slurped up appreciatively by 7 women. Some more than others. Ahem. Burp.
One of the highlights of our little journey was standing on the edge of a ledge, hanging on with frozen fingers to the famous cable cars of San Francisco, while it zoomed up and down the steep, steep streets, wind blowing in hair, losing feeling in my ears. Lombard Street is the world's crookedest street. Winding down a hill in a pretty red bricked line, it is positively one of the prettiest things i've seen. For lack of a better photo, see one that i stole off somewhere. The houses along there are a major cause of jealousy.
Now i dont know why this thing has decided to continue in bold lettering. Well, too bad for it cos i dont feel like typing anymore. bleh.
Minor complaint: Left to its own devices, my hair has decided to mat in the wind. And hence, permanent tangles.
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