It was a blustery, sunny February day on top of the double-Decker bus, but it turned out to be great way to get an broad overview of the city. There were many more hills than I remembered from my last trip. I did "hop off" a few times and got some walking in, but was happy to do most of my sight seeing from above. There is just something so majestic about the Golden Gate Bridge, standing bold and redish against a clear blue San Francisco sky.
I saw much more on my bus tour than I ever remember seeing as a driver through the city all those years ago. I got a good view of Alcatraz from Pier 39, but the invasion of tourists made me want to get out of there as soon as possible. City Hall even looked like it was transplanted from Europe.
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| San Francisco City Hall |
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| View of Alcatraz from Pier 39. |
I took the bus up Geary street to the Russian Cultural Center. It was as if I had just stepped out of Sheremyetovo Airport into a local Palace of Culture in Russia. I could smell the garlic and fried dishes before I could even see the building. A group of elaborately dressed Russian dancers got the evening started. They were lead by a white haired man with ballet points to his toes and a youthful spring in his step. I found one of the older, yet elegant ladies afterwards for a photo.
The Winter Olympics are finally winding down, which is good since I feel a bit Olympic fatigue right about now. Time to get some sleep under an over-sized poster of the 50 foot woman above my bed at the Best Western Hotel California (yes, they do sell tee shirts in honor of the Eagle's tune.)
I am heading back to the Russian Festival again tomorrow to sample some food and buy some unnecessary Russian trinkets.
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