My second day was spent meandering down to the piers of the touristy area of SF and taking in the sights and attractions along the way. It was relaxing to sightsee at my own pace; something I’ve come to realise about myself over the past two years exploring places on my own.
My first stop was at Fisherman’s Wharf. I have vague memories of visiting it almost two decades ago with my family, whereupon I realised in horror just how crabs were prepared (by throwing them alive into a pot of boiling water). Mum and Pa kept urging me to eat the crab, and I finally caved after smelling the fragrance as they consumed it.
I felt so guilty.
But anyway, here be pictures:
View of the Golden Gate Bridge along the way to Fisherman’s Wharf.
Needless to say, I had to get myself Clam Chowder in a bread bowl at Nick’s Lighthouse.
I believe this is Alcatraz Island.
So many people were taking photos of and with Alcatraz Island, that I thought that it was probably a good idea to get one just to say I was there. So I asked a stranger to help me take a picture, but he was so funny handling my camera while commenting on how foreign dSLRs were, that the experience of witnessing him attempt to take a photo was worth more than the photo itself.
The Musée Mécanique is located right at Fisherman’s Wharf. Entry is free, and the vintage games and amusement, while slightly creepy, were a window to the past. Here are a few not-so-uncanny machines I liked:
Most machines only cost a quarter (25 cents). Curious to find out what artist models looked like in the past, I parted with one precious coin and saw a series of old pictures where the model was clothed. I don’t know why I was expecting more (or should I say less) actually. XD
The Exploratorium was highly recommended by Ela. It’s about ten piers down from Fisherman’s Wharf, so it was a nice walk down in awesome Cali weather. There were so many kids!
Detail of Rolling Through the Bay by Scott Weaver.
Part of the exhibit- The Changing Face of What is Normal: Mental Health. It showcased the belongings of fourteen patients confined at the Willard Psychiatric Center from early to mid 1900s. It was very humbling reading the descriptions there.