San Francisco has some trees and stuff left. It’s not all streets and cars.

The Golden Gate Park is a wide-open space of quiet nature in the middle of noisy San Francisco (well, off to the west side actually.)

Jen and I cabbed it there and then walked our feet to stubs. There is a lot to see: a museum, a Japanese Tea Garden, an arboretum, street performers, skaters and people napping.

While walking around, we saw three Germans who were at the same restaurant as we were, Lori’s Diner near Union Square, the night before. Little Squinty, Tall Noser, and Pipey with Camera. We passed them multiple times, and it got a little weird.