A Golden Afternoon and Evening

Upon leaving Golden Gate Park

we journeyed across town

in the shadow of a skyline familiar to me,

but offering a completely new sight for my girls:

Coit Tower (left) and The Transamerica Building

(it will always be that to me)

in an ocean of hillside housing.

We're not in Grass Valley anymore!

Pier 39 welcomed us with

a slight ocean breeze and warm balmy air

making it seem like a day in May

rather than January.

We stopped to gaze out at Alcatraz Island,

a uniquely beautiful prison,

while sea lions frolicked beneath us

(too swiftly disappearing for my slow camera skills).

The thrill of discovery in this special place
bid us continue on down the wharf
in search of more treasures.

We found unique transportation methods,

And colorful people of the most friendly sort . . .

Offering gifts to passing children.

A stop before the display window at The Boudin Bakery

confirmed that they still provide more than mere daily bread.

Finally we arrived at The Wharf

and all my childhood memories rushed back

Joined by new memories made today.

The fragrant siren's song of "today's catch"
caused our tummies to rumble
in the fresh sea air,

So we strolled into Nonna Rose's Cafe
and found a waterfront table
affording a delightful view of the sunset
as we dined on clam chowders and crab Louis'
and succulent shrimp salad sandwiches.

A waltz back up the avenue in the darkening eve
treated us to a festival of lights
and a musician (or two) on every corner.

We boarded our home-bound vehicle
and joined the throng of workers in exodus
as we drove under the Bay Bridge
and ended our magical day in The City
with a steady conversation
about all we will do on our next visit.