I started coming down with a cold last night - first one in over a year, but I guess if I must get sick on vacation, it might as well be at the end.
We still managed to walk up and down what felt like the equivalent of 17 Empire State Buildings, as we walked to the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art via the "crookedest street EVER" section of Lombard Street.
That is one crazy assed street, man! And this picture only shows a small part of the section that is angled almost straight up and down. My legs are killing me.
The MOMA has some great photographic exhibits showing, depicting the freeway system in the Silicon Valley area. We went through all four floors, which almost caused Jerry to die of boredom, and I admit that everything started to look the same to me after a while as well.
So for something completely different on Museum Day, we ended things off by heading back down to the piers and going through the Wax Museum and the Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum. Good tacky fun.
After a final ciopppino supper overlooking the water, it was back to the hotel, with the Resident Offspring making one last stop at Barnes and Noble.
I'm going to have to get up at about 4:00 am tomorrow, so I shouldn't have any trouble getting to bed early tonight. Providing they keep the firepit parties down to a dull roar outside our window tonight. That may be a little much to ask on a Saturday night.
San Francisco is a fabulous city - it's beautiful and varied and bursting with life. I'm going to miss it a lot, but I sure am looking forward to giving my kitty lots of kisses tomorrow and then sleeping in my own bed.