The Significant Other (SO) was nice enough to fly over to the Bay Area in the middle of the week. As it drew to a close, our holiday plans kicked in. A day tour of San Francisco followed by a weekend getaway in the beautiful town of Carmel-by-the-Sea, the latter being around 140km south of Silicon Valley, and then a couple days in Tucson, Arizona.
San Francisco
After returning the Bronco, we picked up a Volvo S60 sedan and zoomed off towards the city by the Bay. With a 247BHP turbo charged engine under the hood, butter smooth automatic, and < 10,000 miles on the odometer, it was a dream weekend getaway car.

Coming from India, it takes me some time to wrap my mind around the fact that you can travel X miles in the US in Y mins, where Y < X.
Battling through some (by US standards) heavy traffic, we reached our first destination, the iconic and always-visitable (is that be a word?) Golden Gate Bridge.

Streets of San Francisco

Some traffic on Van Ness Ave

With the SO at the Golden Grate Bridge

Just the Bridge. The thing is so beautiful, there is no picture that doesn't look great
Inaugurated in 1937, the structure stands as a testimony to man’s innovative spirit, grit and artistry. After having been to many countries, I still think this bridge, combined with the beautiful location, is one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. The bridge connects San Francisco to Marin County and the northern California coastline.
As always, it was cold and foggy, but the sun did eventually chase the fog away. We shivered our way up and down the walking path, while locals merrily jogged past us in vests and shorts. We read (and photographed for your reading pleasure) some nice information boards around the bridge (which is included in the next section) then picked up a couple of souvenirs before heading back to the car.

Bridge from Closer up
Vistas of the San Francisco Bay as seen from the bridge. You can see the island of Alcatraz with the eponymous (now defunct) prison, the Bay Bridge in the distance and the San Francisco skyline. Bellissimo, or as we say in Devanagiri: अती सुंदर

Walking on the bridge. It is always FREEZING here.
Mark Twain is supposed to have said: "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco".

Plenty of walking trails around the bridge in the Golden Gate Recreation Area. There is an old army base called the Presidio, which is also lovely to walk around in.
A change for the (much) worse since the 2000s were the signs posted every few meters everywhere around parking areas of the bridge, and elsewhere in the city as well, warning people to not leave anything valuable in their vehicles, especially not where it could be seen. Smash and grab robberies have become depressingly frequent in California, possibly due to the lax enforcement of laws against petty crime.
It was now onwards to our next destination; the tourist trap of Pier 39, also known as the Fisherman’s Wharf. It is an extremely kitschy but fun place with overpriced souvenir stores, seafood restaurants and places selling candy of various kinds. As the SO was a first time visitor to CA, it was a must-see. We grabbed a very forgettable lunch there and then walked around the pier and marina, saying hello to the sea lions that are permanent residents of the place, and will hopefully not be deported by Trump. A ton of yachts are parked there, a testament to the wealth in America and in this city.

Here we are, at Pier 39 on the Wharf

This shop sells hot sauces of all kinds. We did not dare to sample or buy.

Sea lions enjoying the winter sun. Do you Sea them?

The Marina. Can imagine real life soap operas happening in these yachts.
The 2nd iconic San Francisco Bay Bridge can be seen in the distance. It had collapsed in 1989 during a big earthquake.

Marina with a view of the Coit Tower (in brown) and the Transamerica building in the distance.
We couldn't see the Coit tower as there was no parking available anywhere around it.

The notorious prison of Alcatraz can be seen behind the yacht. The tight security, cold waters and strong currents of the bay around it made it supposedly un-escapable.
It was closed shortly after 3 inmates successfully escaped and supposedly survived. The story of their escape was made into a movie starring California's own Clint Eastwood.

Ki Gull hai Paaji?
After driving around on the side streets of the city and ogling at the beautiful houses (see below for examples) we headed to Lombard Street aka the Crookedest Street in the world. It is an EXTREMELY steep uphill drive, following which you cross Hyde Street and then descend extremely slowly down the Crookedest Street part. Again a very touristy thing to do, but also a must-do, and the houses with their flower pots and architecture are beautiful, not to mention the amazing city and Bay views all around.

The iconic San Francisco trams

Lovely house near the pier. Many more such examples

This is the classic architecture of San Francisco houses

1st pic of the Crookedest Street

With the SO posing

A pretty house on the street. These folks must have some patience to deal with the hordes of tourists.

And.... one more
Cars descending the street. It's easier than it looks, especially for us Desis who deal with Indian roads.

What's more beautiful, the flowers or the lady? There is only one right answer.
After a well earned coffee break, the rest of the day was devoted to driving around the up & down streets, through cool neighborhoods like Little Italy (and its naughtier neighbors, which are not described in this family-friendly writeup) and the financial district with its classical architecture. Tired but happy, we called it a day and headed back to our hotel in San Jose.

Pretty church in Little Italy

Street in Little Italy, with the Italian flag colors making the location obvious

Lovely old Jaguar

Up & Down roads of the city, the Bay Bridge in the distance

The Financial district. San Francisco is the banking and finance hub for the West Coast.

The iconic Transamerica building from close up

Colorful graffiti
Tony Bennett sang "I left my heart in San Francisco". I like to think that I take back a small part of the city with me whenever I visit. God willing, can do a few more such trips as long as work (and my ability to take that loooong flight) allows.