Today we took the bus over to Haight-Ashbury because Liam wanted to go to the Kid Robot store and we'd missed it the last time we were in San Francisco. Liam seemed a little wary of bumping into a hippy. I'm not sure what he thought would happen if he did encounter one. No chance of that, although there is a lot of tye-dye about.
We hopped back on the bus to Chestnut Street, Cliff wanted to get some leg supports for his shin splints. Ouch. We didn't have lunch here, although there are some really nice looking delis and cafes around this part of town. I saw some girls eating musuli - that's breakfast, not lunch!
The bus ride back into the centre was eventful, there was some kind of treasure/scavenger hunt going on so the bus was really full and kept sailing passed bus stops; much to the annoyance of the very vocal people waiting at them. There are lots of 'characters' here in SF. There was one guy on the bus who started accusing another passenger of touching him, using a lovely turn of phrase. He then accused the other passenger of having pressed the stop button and not actually getting of the bus. Very entertaining (when you're not actually involved or being accused of touching people or pressing the button and not getting off).
After getting off the bus and following a man down the road who was shouting 'I want the whole salami', we had lunch in Little Italy (pasta, of course) opposite the Stinking Rose, a restaurant that uses garlic as it's main ingredient. I believe they have garlic ice cream too. Unfortunately we missed the garlic festival.
I think we spotted a Banksy - 'If at first you don't succeed, call an airstrike'.
After lunch we wandered through Chinatown.
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