It would be hard not to love San Francisco, and more for sailors ! First it’s a port, a huge bay full of history, where everything reminds you the sea, the boats and their crews, be in Oakland in the bar where Jack London wrote his novels, in Sausalito where the houses are floating, in San Francisco at Pier 39 with the Sea lions stretched out, on the museum boats who are sailing. The hours are timed by the fog, the currents cut off Alcatraz, the pelicans stuffed themselves , the parrots fly free, it’s a non stop show.
Always the same welcome, the same warmth , that’s America
