A view from the Presidio of the Golden Gate Bridge and the North Bay.

That's me with San Francisco in the background, taken at Twin Peaks (not that Twin Peaks). The big street to my left is Market Street, San Francisco's main thoroughfare.

This is the Powell Street cable-car turnaround. It's got a big turntable thing where the cable-cars turn themselves around to go back up the hill again, and a bunch of tourists queueing for their turn.

Me again, on the Golden Gate bridge. The island to my right is Alcatraz.

A view of San Francisco, taken from the Golden Gate bridge. The bridge you can see there is the Bay Bridge, which links San Francisco with Oakland.

Ahh, I'm such a tourist.

This is the view from the roof of Lara's building. I love roofs, or rooves or whatever the correct pluralisation is.

A view of Oakland (lumpy bit) and the Bay Bridge (bounces off an island in the middle of the water), and you can even fail to make out the Golden Gate bridge just above it...

Another road, another view, another while scratching my head and wondering why I took this but it must have looked just great in real life. Bay Bridge leading into San Francisco again, and I think I could see the Golden Gate bridge again in real life but alas photos just don't make up for it, no matter what Humbug might say.

It's not actually a maze, but if it's the early 1970s and you're up to your eyes in LSD it's probably maze enough. People leave little trinkets at the centre or write stuff on the rocks. The dog obviously has a more open, hippy mind than I do because he didn't bother obeying the walls, preferring instead to knock them over.

That'd be me wondering why my digital camera isn't working. That sucker eats batteries.

These seals are cute, and funny, and sure have a good thing going for themselves lying about in the sun with tourists staring at them all day and no more effort required out of life than to go for a dip now and then or clamber over each other looking for a better spot, but boy they smell pretty bad. Then again I guess having fun and smelling good are actually pretty much mutually exclusive.

I shit you not. It's in Oakland, and is mercifully short, but nevertheless.