A Long Walk From the Farmer’s Market to Twin Peaks

Saturday: a wonderful day for a walk all over town. Here are a few photos, all of which can be viewed larger by clicking on them.

A gate guarded by Buddha.

The entrance to the Hearst Building.

Older building made of brick.

The narrow, but tall Hobart Building.

Homeless woman. Note: both D. and J. have raised doubts to this claim based on her electric wheelchair.

Three buildings, many lines.

A southwestern colored F-Line streetcar.

Verticals.

The Ferry Building.

Family eating on the observation floor of the ferry platform.

Fresh strawberries.

A sad looking car patched with duct tape and with a truck mirror.

Spheremaster!

Flapjacks and grease.

Blue Bottle Coffee drip-brewing coffees.

A wonderful row of kettle drummers.

Pier.

The pebble-embedded tracks of the Embarcadero.

Crow.

A flowering cliff.

Old grey cadillac on Telegraph Hill.

Me.

Cracked car window.

Horse ties in North Beach.

Chinatown.

Larry David?

Ascending the flower-coated hills to Twin Peaks.

A trail and a tower.

Flowers.

Poppies.

Father and daughter looking at stuff.

The hill from last weekend.

Looking down Market Street from Twin Peaks.

A car ad.

This snake had suffered two horrible bird bites on its tail. I don’t think it will make it.

Lady and dogs.

Pigeon business. Boom-pigeon-wah-wah!

Cacti.

A neighborhood so fancy even the driveways are carpeted.

Colorful house in need of a fresh coat of paint.

Stairs on the sidewalk.

Catching a train in Delores Park to take us partway home.

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