Two days in San Francisco

On Thursday afternoon, David, Pete and I arrived at the de Young Museum in Golden Gate Park. We toured the visiting King Tut exhibit, which was great for Pete, as he had recently concluded a unit on the Ancient Egyptians in school. Afterwards we met up with some friends we’ve seen all too little of in the last fifteen or so years; Tommy and Roy and their daughter Emma. We did all the catching up we could stuff into an hour and a half.

We then popped over to the Noe Valley home of my friend Kate and her husband Dave. Dave prepared an amazing meal for the five of us and a friend of his.  The menu was:  tuna tartar, frog leg picatta, spicy shrimp, miso glazed cod, and oxtail stuffed pasta and sauce, complimented by some excellent wines.  Oh, California. I was proud of Pete, as he gamely tried everything.

After breakfast on Friday morning, David and Pete flew back to New Hampshire, whereas Kate and I spent the day checking out some shops on Hayes street and talking, talking, talking.  That evening, Dave and Kate treated me to an exquisite meal at Delfina.

After a lazy morning of yet more talk, Kate drove me to the airport in their little Mini Cooper (the perfect car for San Francisco where parking is always a challenge), as it was time for the Utah leg of my trip.

Beneath my feet in San Francisco: one

Beneath my feet in San Francisco: two

2 responses to “Two days in San Francisco

  1. Hey Chica,
    Glad the rest of your California trip was so good — and scenic. We miss you guys a ton. Come back soon, and regularly. That’s the only recourse!


    • Swedish Chica, it has all been great but how could it not be after the wonderful beginning chez W and C. Thank you so much, don’t forget to come our way, and, to quote your governor, “I’ll be back”. Love, L

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