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Clang, clang, clang went the trolley
Ding, ding, ding went the bell
.
DS was faced with the perplexing conundrum of
What form of transport to catch back?
My DS just loves transport of any sort so this was a very hard decision for him to make. His options were:
A) The bus. Wed already caught that to get to the wharf
B) The street car. The San Francisco F-line street car runs from Fishermans Wharf past the Ferry Building and up along Market to the Castro. This vehicle is similar to the trams we have in Melbourne and DS was severely tempted to catch this one back to Market.
C) The trolley. In the end, I convinced DS that we should catch the trolley back as this was probably the only mode of transport that was distinctively only in San Francisco.
As it goes in the song The day was bright, the air was sweet. The smell of honeysuckle charmed you off your feet
.
Well
no honeysuckle in bloom but the trolleys are charming!
I do wonder if DS had been happy to catch the trolley because we were right there rather than having to walk all the way down towards Pier 39 again to catch the street car. But I was glad to have the opportunity to take the shots in this post!
We waited for the gripman and conductor to put some effort into making sure that the trolley was okay for the passengers.
They had to make sure that it had its best face forward....showing the Powell/Hyde line!
We had deliberately waited for the next trolley to be top of the line so that we could choose our seat for this ride.
Naturally, DS and I both wanted to sit on the outside of the trolley. What was surprising was that both of us wanted to be on the inside of the outside
.
.I think you know what I mean.
I got the window seat!
We waited for the gripman to pull on the handle.....which released the brake

...
And we were off! "Clang, clang, clang went the trolley!"
Up the top of the first or second hill is Lombard Street, the crooked-est street in the world. DS wanted to get off here
.
but I reminded him that wed paid $5 for the ride and if we got off, we were walking all the way back to the Caltrain station (Yes, sometimes I can be a cruel mum).
I just love the bay windows of San Francisco.
We kept heading up those Russian Hills
towards Nob Hill...
and what goes up
..
.must come down!
Do you remember the last sentence of my first post?
Just to remind you No seat belts required, feel free to keep your hands, feet and head or any other part of you outside the car and remember
.no liability will be assumed by the writer at any time!
Sure hope you remembered to keep your hands, feet and head or any other part of you INSIDE the car. And if you didnt no liability will be assumed by this writer at any time!
"Ding, ding, ding went the bell!" Numerous times!!
My last trip to San Francisco downtown was in 2009, just DH (on another work trip) no DS. I spent 5 days shopping in the downtown area; so whilst I was pleased to see Union Square again, I had no desire to stop and shop.
Seriously. The clothes I bought on that trip are still hanging in my wardrobe, some still with the tags on them!
We eventually reached our destination.
And DS and I walked down Market to 4th Street
..
..and caught a bus back to the Caltrain station.
Our train was waiting and we headed on
home.
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