Pacific Highway 1 North of San Francisco

This past Thursday, Evelyne and I flew to San Francisco to re-issue our French Passports as we were having growing concerns about the current White House’s occupant mercurial behavior. 

Should things were to go south for us, we’d love to have Macron get us out of El Salvador or South Sudan if that proved necessary. 

We rented a car and drove from the airport to the City and we loved the drive. We spent most of the day around the Presidio section of town prior to our appointment with the French Consulate and had a long walk along the bay, along Crissi Field.

We loved it! As we were driving all over the the City, from the airport to downtown and over its famous bridge, we even caught the glimpse of a Waymo fully autonomous taxicab with its invisible driver, which made my wife's day! 

Unlike as the MAGA republican describe it, we thought that San Fran’ was clean and pleasant and nothing like the dystopian view they had of a City that remains, by far,  my fave in the world, since I discovered it in 1971! 

The formalities a the French Consulate went smoothy, easily and pleasantly and soon we were in the midst of rush hour along with all the San Franciscans rushing out of town and crossing the Golden Gate bridge into Marin County. 

That wasn’t too pleasant, but quite urban and an experience we never have in Park City. We finally made it to our destination for the day, on the Pacific Coast, near Jenner where if the room was terribly small and nostalgically furnished, we had a wonderful seafood dinner facing the ocean. 

Wow, what a beautiful place always has been and still is!