We arrived in Belvedere, disoriented and overwhelmed. A luxurious and comfortable home with our Aunt Susan where we will be spending our first stint in San Francisco. The view from our Bedroom is breath-taking. Fog rolling over the hills and slipping accross the bay, which seems to reach into every corner of the eye. The weather is bracing, but somehow adds to the beauty of the place. We sip coffee, discussing the New York times while a mist of rain patter the windows which stretch two stories and wrap around the house, following the balconies.
Belvedere is a quaint little town accross the bay from San Frnacisco. We have the option of the ferry or the Golden Gate Bridge to get here. The town itself is like something from the movies, a small tourist villiage by the sea with shops constucted like the houses of pilgrims and seagulls the size of small eagles.
The police force is extremely diligent here.
Nothing escapes their watchful eye.
Our first outing, albeit extremely deprived of sleep and food was to go into San Francisco to see our Aunt Claudia perform at a dinner show. it was the first proper meal that we had masticated in twenty-four hours. Claudia was by far the standout performer (other than the audience member who kept breaking out the spoons). It was an otherworldly, yultetide event.