the trip that never ended

To mend a fried brain, take one day to goof off. However, don't spend Labor Day in San Francisco without a map, without GPS and a friend who is as clueless as you are when you really have no idea where you're going. You can guess how this ends... It started off okay. We walked from Caltrain to the wharf where we had garlic fries. The garlic wasn't cooked and burned a bit going down. But we were famished, so they were delicious! We walked up to Little Italy...though I don't know what they call Little Italy here.

Then we went through a tunnel. Dad says a tunnel from Chinatown takes you to Union Square. So I thought this must be the tunnel. How many tunnels can there be?!

Well, it was kind of scary to walk through such a dark tunnel so close to cars. You wouldn't walk through the Holland Tunnel! But I guess people here do this all the time because we weren't the only ones. Then, we walked out and saw this.

Yeah, it wasn't the right tunnel....

We ran into these, too. I don't know....It took us another couple hours to figure out where we were.

short lived

shhhh...I clipped roses from the gardens. Big fat blossoms in bright shades. I finally got the right lighting in the room to take photos (I usually remember when it's too dark to use natural lighting). I guess it was good timing because, the very next day, most of the petals fell off. Good while it lasted!