On our last day in San Francisco, Swede and I had the morning to either A) Loll about and luxuriate in breakfast at the B&B (which was phenomenal every morning), or 2) Go out and see, you know…stuff. We ended up with a little bit from each column, enjoying our eggs and granola, and then setting off for a stroll through the Presidio.
The manager of our B&B advised us to head over toward the steps for extraordinary views of the city and extraordinary views of the multi-million dollar homes, and then walk down to one of the other entrances to the park, or to the end of the block and poke around a little bit. But, he warned, if you go down the steps, remember that you’ll have to come back up.
As if we hadn’t been privy to the steepness of San Francisco a few days before when we decided, “Hey! Yeah! Let’s walk from Fisherman’s Wharf to the top of Telegraph Hill! GOOD TIMES.”
I’m out of breath just remembering it.