
On Saturday, we took the BART train into San Francisco. From the Embarcadero, we took a vintage street car to Fisherman's Wharf. We bypassed Pier 39, in favor of a restaurant recommendation from a trusted source.
Scoma's was nestled on Pier 45, amidst a working fishing fleet, so Mark had no trouble occupying himself during the 30-minute wait for a table.


After a wonderful seafood lunch, we walked to the Hyde Street Pier to see the vessels of the
Maritime National Historical Park.

When the park rangers kicked us out, we headed to Ghirardelli Square for warm chocolate drinks, then watched the sun set behind the Golden Gate Bridge as we waited for the Hyde-Powell cable car, which we rode up and down the hills of the city. I know we only grazed the surface of the city, but what a great afternoon!