Last shots of San Francisco. I don’t know why I looked up, but glad I did. My wife always reminds us – when traveling always look up. A crisp. clear blue sky.

While I wandered through Chinatown, I wondered – what would Buddha think?

Reminiscent of those old motels you would pass (or stay in) as a kid.

I stopped by a church for an hour. A haven on a walk. A spot to think, reflect, say thanks.

I would say, San Francisco feels welcoming.

I think this van welcomes a lot of people to write on it.

Living and traveling around Asia, this store front no longer feels odd or foreign to me.

The famous hills of San Francisco.

I didn’t take this tram home. The wait was too long.

Alcatraz.

Last shot. Flowers in bloom.

Great city. Thanks for dropping by ….