Saturday

Today we set off to see where Ollie was born.

Left: Grace Cathedral

















Right: the cable car on California (I think) outside the Grace Cathedral








A stop at a park with a great view over the east side of the bay, chatted to a guy whose wife is Swiss, because his sons jacket was a Quechua brand, which is French.

Left: MUNI electric bus - still awesome

Walked on and found the California Pacific Medical Centre, but it didn't look familiar. Asked one of the staff members, who said the maternity is a different campus, so we got on another bus, got off too early, tried again, and got right there.




Right: the California Pacific Medical Centre where Ollie was born. Ollie on the left Marie.


The wooden panel with the plaques of donors, the hospital corridors, are all familiar. We stop for a drink and apples at the hospital cafeteria, before getting another bus to the Embacadero buildings, get sandwiches, and onto the BART train.



No eating here for starters, since the people sitting nearest us are BART agents in BART shirts, so I point to the sign saying no food or drink to Marie, who has started pulling the sandwiches out.


They get off, and on comes some pink hat protesters. No-one likes Trump much around here. It's not clear what they're protesting about, but in the coming week or two, there's plenty of things to choose from to protest, for example lifting restrictions on gun sales to the mentally ill, and blocking people with visas from 7 odd countries fleeing conflict.

Right: Julie and Marie

At Rich and Julie's house, we're here to visit in Danville. The house is huge. The boys are upstairs playing devices until banned, then foosball. Dinner is at the local gourmet hamburger type place, then back for more battles with the pool noodle light sabres.

Right: The saga continues

Once again it's been a long long day of travelling. We're back in around 10pm, walking uphill in the dark, in the rain. The boys don't complain too much as long as you drag them up by the hand.