My room was on the second floor, behind the trees.
Breakfast was OK: two hard-boiled egges, two mini-bagels with cream cheese, coffee.
One of two See's Candies plants in the nation.
Seasonal rubber duckies at the Triton.
Union Square. Ice-skating rink on top of the plaza.
35,000 Swarovski crystals. The chandelier represents Lombard, "the crookedest street in the world."
South San Francisco: it's not San Francisco!
This is a test: what buildings are pictured in this photo?
I walked right past this "bus stop" sign while talking to Dominic on my cell phone.
But, NO! That "bus stop" sign tells clueful people that they have arrived at the BART station, not the entrance to the mall. :o(
Climbing Nob Hill.
From the top of Nob Hill (or pretty close to the top).
Sts. Peter and Paul, North Beach.
The guide tells the story of the wedding photos taken here by Joe DiMaggio and Marilyn Monroe. DiMaggio was also buried from this church.
On my way up Telegraph Hill to Coit Tower.
Sotheby's is selling the little cottage on the left, along with a 7500-square-foot lot. Nice view!
The camera cannot reveal the steepness of the streets.
Some tourists walk. Some ride buses. Some ride Segways!
Coit Tower. $7 to go to the top. I passed on the chance.
Sts. Peter and Paul
En route to Sacramento.
Where Dom used to live. His landlord, Nick, lived here all his life.
On the way to St. Mel's.
Home away from home.
Tarah thought we looked like twins. Dom is the thin twin on the right.
Vincent, prisoner of the love seat. I had Tarah's room; she took Vincent's; Vincent was confined to the couch.
After Thanksgiving, these become Christmas lights; after Christmas, they turn into Friendship Lights.
Hat with horns. A still life by Tarah.
I gave Dom lots of Googled advice about how to cook. He ignored it all.
A 20-pound turkey for four people. Dom made it look easy.
Heading home. Douglas SBD at Sacramento airport.