Our flight out of San Francisco was delayed by several hours, so we had a little more time in the city our last day than originally planned. Here's Bea, riding in the car away from the house with her new water bottle.
Crossing the bay bridge we smelled foul smoke and were passed by a convoy of emergency vehicles. The traffic didn't get backed up too much, so passing the wreckage we could rubberneck this scene of firefighters and dead bimmer.
We got to Golden Gate Park where we saw buffalos...
... and a familiar looking greyhound.
The deYoung museum was closed, so we missed the view from the tower.
So we headed to the Beach Chalet for sandwiches and beers before heading to the airport.
The trip was long and uneventful. We sat next to a buyer for Peet's on the flight to Paris and then had a few hours to kill at CDG. We found these to take home to Madeleine...
Happy Birthday toots!














































