We rented a van for transport and drove to our hotel at the end of Golden Gate Park. Our room looks out on the Pacific, with surfers in the foreground and Japan in the distance. We have a fireplace, too—all for $104/night.
We drove across town to Jonathan and Marjorie’s. They both look so in love, so beautiful. Teary again. We did some shopping for the wedding at Trader Joe’s, and did a preliminary tasting of some wines. We began the ordeal of the seating plan over dinner at Tin Pan, around the corner from M & J’s—wonderful Asian fusion cuisine—very San Francisco. This town’s food is almost as good as Providence!
San Francisco never fails to amaze us. As soon as we are here, we are
relaxed, comfortable, at home. The city tolerates diversity in every area,
freaks are not stared at. Schizophrenics or prophets or seers or beggars
or poets, or bums, or whatever you call them, walk the streets, and are
neither nuisances nor diversions.