We got a bus into downtown San Francisco from the airport and stupidly decided to walk to the hotel, which was at least a couple of miles and up and down some of the steepest hills I’ve ever seen. The hotel (the San Remo) is lovely and right near Fisherman’s Wharf.
We had a wander round the hotel, then went to Pier 39 and had chicken burger and chips for tea. Crossing the road on the way back, a man stopped me and said he was giving me a ticket. I immediately panicked, thinking I’d broken some law I wasn’t even aware of, but the ticket was actually a sticker with a picture of the Cheshire Cat and ‘I luv your smile.’