After Alcatraz, we headed to Fisherman's Wharf. What's a visit to San Francisco without seeing Fisherman's Wharf?
And I could have looked at these noisy fellows all day long! They just crack me up!
My family was very much "on the move", so I didn't get a good chance to get the perfect positioning of a cable car, but I liked this one well enough.
Scott was trying to track down an apartment to move into, and was becoming quite familiar with his new Blackberry as we walked along.
We ate at the famous Aliotos . . . overpriced, cranky waiters, not particularly good food . . . . but a great view of the Bay, and we got to sit down!
Scott's guidebook next sent us off to Jack's, some kind of microbrewery with lots of beer, or something like that. I was holding out for the next stop. . . .