Chinatown

After the tour of Alcatraz we headed uptown on the F-Train. The F runs from the Wharfs and Embarcadero to Market Street al the way to Castro. We rode it to Stockton and made our way to the Chinatown Gate. I wanted The Woman to enter through the gate on her first time.

It was everything that she wanted it to be, it is a tourist magnet and not necessarily the place that I wanted to be. The Woman was having a blast though, rifling through the small shops in search for bargains and purses. If you ever need anything Asian or something with a San Francisco Logo you need not go any further.
Chinatown is about a mile long trip to what Americans think Asia must be like. From dragon-accented streetlights to turreted rooflines it was a buzz of stereotypes. We finished our trek through to a not too steep cross street (words cannot describe the hilly terrain in San Francisco, being from the flat Midwest, these “hills” looked like mountains), you had to pick you battles. We crossed over to Powell and took the Cable Car back to the Hotel for a shower and dry clothes.