Mr. Moey and I left last Thursday morning for destination San Francisco. We've both been there a few times before, but Mr. Moey left his heart there two years ago on a business trip and had a burning desire to return. The weather is somewhat coolish for my liking but you do have to throw them a bone once in a while.
He has an annual convention in Las Vegas that he attends so we decided to combine the two. Three days in San Francisco and on to Las Vegas Sunday afternoon. Mr. Moey and I have somewhat different ideas on how to spend a vacation. He likes to walk the city streets and look at all the architecture while I'm just looking for the closest shopping and restaurant hub.
We trawled the streets of SF and finally arrived at Market Street. Unfortunately with two hours of walking already under my belt I sort of lost the desire to shop. By the time we reached Union Square my feet and calves were aching. It's no secret that I despise winter so the most walking I've done since October was from the sofa to the kitchen and from my car into the office. Even bears are wise enough to slowly stir from a deep hibernation. But said bears aren't in a relationship with Mr. Moey who insisted that a good long walk would be good for me, get the blood flowing. Right. More like the blood boiling.
Enough of that, Saturday was going to be MY day. I had decided that I wanted to visit the farmer's market at the main ferry building and take a ferry over to Sausalito for lunch. Sausalito is my kind of town, tiny with little art galleries, small boutiques to browse through and very good waterside dining establishments. Bliss. We spent a couple of pleasant hours there and returned to San Francisco and Market Street. We walked back to Union Square, did a little bit of shopping and finished the afternoon off with a cocktail at the top of the Hyatt Regency.
We elected not to dine out in the evenings while we were there because we knew that we'd be out every night during our five days in Las Vegas. We found a Whole Foods grocery store within close proximity to the small house we rented and it had everything imaginable. In fact it made Trader Joe's seem somewhat ordinary. Great cheese selection, Pont Levesque was among them I was impressed, usually in the US finding decent cheese is like searching for the Holy Grail. They also had a very good selection of California wines.
Here are a few pics of our time in San Francisco. The farmer's market is terrific, all kinds of organic fresh fruits, vegetables, seafood, local cheeses and of course sourdough bread.
|Home sweet home - Protrero Hill|
|The wine on the left was really nice, we bought another bottle the next day.|
|Outdoor dining at San Francisco's farmers market|
|Fresh oysters for sampling, wonderful|
|Mighty fine selection of Californian wines|
|Fresh organic fruits and vegetables|
|Not even the seagulls were left out, they're enjoying a pizza lunch. Some kind soul had bought the pizza and placed it on top of the bin for them. I thought that was pretty cool.|
|From the Sausalito ferry, a view of Alcatraz|
|Union Square, San Francisco|
|Roasted artichokes, porcini mushrooms on a bed of greens with shaved pecorini cheese, lovely.|
|Seafood stuffed ravioli with a white wine sauce|
|Ravioli stuffed with ricotta cheese smothered in a pecorino cream sauce.|
|Outdoor dining cabanas, outstanding!|
|My favorite view, my feet at the end of a sun lounger on a nice day.|