I purchased this beautiful oil painting of Golden Gate Bridge from Suzanne McCrary. It makes me nostalgic for the good old days when I lived in San Francisco back in 1968:
When we were contemplating the possibility of joining a group tour to Europe, we decided against it because of the refugee and terrorist problems there. I saw a photo in the Sunday paper, showing French soldiers holding machine guns while patrolling the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Ugh. No thanks.
Then, we considered traveling to Quebec City in Canada. It was founded in 1608 and remains a quaint city with narrow cobble stoned roads. But, we would have to board three planes to get there. And it is a walking city with lots of hills. David would have a tough time walking in Quebec City, as he has arthritis. Ugh. No thanks.
We briefly considered New York City, where I lived from 1970 to 1975. We last visited New York in 1997. The only reason I would go back would be to see Broadway musicals. There aren’t any that I presently want to see. So, no thanks.
Hence, it is San Francisco that we will visit in May. We look forward to boarding the cable cars, dining at Fisherman’s Wharf, touring the wine country and redwood forest, cruising around the universities in Berkeley and Palo Alto, visiting Alcatraz, and just enjoying what the city has to offer. We are very happy with this decision.