When I first saw San Francisco in 1988, I was instantly enchanted. I was flying out to The City to meet my late husband. He was giving presentations at an International tech conference.
My plane was flying in from the South at Sunset, and I had spectacular views of the sparkling ocean. Then, I saw the stunning multi-colored salt marshes nestled along the edges of The Bay.
As the plane turned, I glimpsed the Bay and the bridges crossing it, along with Mount Diablo to the east. On the way to our hotel, my husband gave me a micro tour of some of the city’s magnificent sights.