It’s about 9:20 PM and we’re back in the motel in Pleasanton. After dinner at Scoma’s, we decided to walk back to where we came from, rather than catch the MUNI from the Wharf (which was my original plan). We marched back up Jones Street to Columbus, and then turned on Powell for the long trudge uphill, and then a few steep blocks back downhill to Market Street.
Not satisfied with being back close to the BART, we decided to walk a few more blocks to Pacific Bicycle to see if they had anything that might catch our eye and – yes – they did! I found a jersey in a size that fit, and that was on sale… so it’s now part of my cycling ensemble.
Next door was a Whole Foods store (coming to Boise any year now…) so we had to take a walk through there as well. Then it was back to the Westfield San Francisco Centre (a mall in the heart of downtown) where we enjoyed a Gelato before getting back on the BART for the ride back to Pleasanton.
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A GREAT blog! We loved your mother's story too - a really very interesting and touching read. What a life she had.
love from Graham and the other Limeys!
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