Sunday

The days are drifting away. Stop!

Left: I guess we went to the Golden Gate bridge in the morning.









Right: we all love the MUNI buses of San Fran













We get a bus up Haight St to check out where we used to live. We tell Ollie he used to live in this house too.

Left: Me and the boys at 874 Page St San Francisco CA. Less hair, maybe the same weight. 22nd January 2017, 11 years later.

Right: 18th January 2006, the day after I arrived to live over there. 11 years and 4 days earlier.

The guy next door with the big vintage bike collection is still there (Joe?), so we start chatting. It turns out that Steve, the painter, who lived next door to him, passed away due to cancer. Apparently he never wore the breathing protection while painting. Some of the paints are not so great.

Right: the Page Cocktail bar. We had many many nights up here. I had one more with Dano from work this time around.





One of many Haight St beauties.

Haight St tobacco shop.

Left: Hugues was in town for work. We had lunch with him and his work buddies.

Weirdly enough, we're meeting Hugues for lunch. Some of his colleagues are there as well, an English lady, two Italians and another English man who is taken with the boys having had two of his own. Tapas at Cha cha cha resto is pretty good.



Right: More trips down memory lane with Ollie, Lou, Mari, Chris and Lisa.

We wander down Haight St for a little bit, then call up Lisa, and go for the tram to get to her place. We get properly soaked. One of the boys makes us stop for a toilet break at the cafe.
Their place is fabulously laden with wood inside, and spacious. Dinner is at the local Thai place. These guys haven't changed a bit. Chris is doing film, and writing books. Lisa is still at Workday, but not for too much longer it seems. They've almost bought a bar, but that was similar to some years ago. Like us I suppose.

The N Judah tram takes us straight home. SF transport is awesome.