On our fourth day, Tyler and I hung out with Mom and Dad, just the four of us. It was a great day of tasty things and wonderful sights.
Our first stop was Ghirardelli Square. As we approached, a magnificent scent captured my nose. I followed it to a little table set up selling apple cider. We bought a cup to share; it was the best apple cider I’ve ever tasted. Better even than Mercier’s. We briefly visited the square’s namesake, the Ghirardelli store, but it was too crowded for me to enjoy and too early for my tummy to enjoy the chocolate.
As we walked along the bay towards Fisherman’s Warf, my dad and I spied a strange tree with construction wire that prevented you from getting to close. With good reason! It had sharp-edged seed pods that fell and littered the ground. While they are not so bad on the ground, where you step on them with shoes, they certainly wouldn’t be comfortable lodged in your head!
After a lunch of she-crab soup in sourdough bread bowls, we hiked to Lombard street, the crookedest street in the world! San Francisco’s streets are odd and misleading. Going in one direction, the roads are flat and it’s hard to tell you are on a hill, but turn to one side and suddenly you are on a street going straight up! We climbed several such hills in pursuit of Lombard Street. We knew we were getting close, because there was a line of cars. So many people want to drive down the crooked street that they have a policeman posted at the top of the hill to direct traffic.
In addition to the car traffic, there is a trolley cable car that goes up over the hill perpendicular to Lombard Street. The day we visited happened to be the policeman’s first day on the job. He was directing traffic and told the trolley car to stop before it got to the top of the hill. Bad idea! The trolley conductor was very unhappy because stopping on the hill meant that the trolley was stuck. If the conductor were to release the breaks and let the trolley attach to the cable line, it would break the cable line. We waited quite some time to see how they were going to unstick the trolley, but eventually we decided it was taking too long, and began our descent down the crookedest street. There were stairs on either side and lots of cars going down the hill. Some people kept going into the street trying to take pictures, getting in the way of the cars! Rather than risking getting run over, I settled for less than fantastic pictures.
Next stop Coit Tower! We walked towards the tower, following signs that lead up streets with stairs for side walks. Up and up we climbed until we go to the base of Coit tower, where we saw some pretty views. Inside the tower were murals, but I did not stay to look at them. It was too crowded. A line to take the elevator up to the top wrapped all the way around the inside of the tower. One man told us it would take at least 45 minutes. Needless to say, we passed on that particular adventure and made do with what we could see from the ground.
Down, down, down, the hill we walked to a nice little square park. There we rested and visited a beautiful Catholic church. The church was magnificent. It was so ornate with pillars, murals, and stain glass windows. Outside were two stunning towers.
After all the sight seeing, we had worked up an appetite. We caught up with the rest of the family and ate at Tony’s Pizza. This place is absolutely amazing. They specialize in all types of pizza. They even have different types of ovens for each type of pizza. Tyler and I shared a Margherita. Oh my goodness! Best pizza ever. Seriously, I dream of eating this pizza. I also tried some of the other pizzas that my family got. The everything meaty pizza was delicious as well. Just the right combination of meat, cheese, and sauce. However, the Italian style pizza is my favorite with the Margherita my favorite by far!
Dinner was followed by a trip to the Italian pastry shop just down the road. Chocolate covered cream puffs, chocolate éclair’s, cinnamon swirls, all so tasty. Indeed, my fourth day in California was full of tasty things and wonderful sights.