The stretch between the Municipal Pier and Pier 39 had much less of a San Francisco feel than any where else we explored. It was all very touristy, with the typical tourist traps you find at any beach area -- cheap souvenir shops, Hard Rock Cafe, Joe's Crab Shack, etc. But the difference between this beach area and others I've been to can be attributed to the eclectic people. We're from Austin...we're no strangers to weird. It felt a little like all the folks from Eeyore's Birthday Party were imported to do performance art at this cheapy, generic tourist area.
Our first encounter was with the Bushman. Poor Heather volunteered to take Rhys and Benjamin to the restroom, and was scared out of her wits when the Bushman jumped out at her. The kids thought it was the funniest thing ever, but it took Heather some time to recover.
Next, we got to witness a really impressive breakdancing show.
Then, of course, there were these guys all dressed up with no place to go.
By the time we made it down to Pier 39 to see these lazy fellas, it seemed a little anti-climactic.
No, really, they were quite cute, and we were just sorry we couldn't go give them a cuddle!
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