The day I crossed that red bridge (1)

Back to San Francisco for a couple of posts. If I remember well this was my last day in San Francisco and I had decided to go back home to Japan without soles on my shoes. So I walked, from China Town to Tenderloin to Hayes Valley to Haight-Ashbury. For a start. All of this up and down the hills, of course. But it was great, I enjoyed every moment of it because it is still the best way to explore a city. 

San Francisco is a multi-facetted city with a legion of imaginary borders between the various towns and high contrasts between wealthy areas and underprivileged neighbourhoods.

See the triangular tower in the centre of the picture? That is where the journey started in the morning. And this is the Alamo Square Park which, in my memory, will always be associated with the moon, just because a lone stroller asked me if I had seen the beautiful full moon the night before (I did and it was indeed beautiful).

And here is Ashbury, the land of Happy, Healthy and Horny, the magical triple H. Too bad it was on a Sunday and some of the shops were closed. Many, many vintage shops though, I loved it, needless to say.

To be continued….