Two days on from San Francisco Giant’s maiden victory in the World Series, it was time for the city to celebrate once again. Waking up with the hope of nipping out to the California Bakery for another breakfast of dipping croissants in hot chocolate was soon floored.
With the parade set for an 11am curtain call we set out on looking for something to wear in keeping with the million or more crazy Giant’s fans. Along the way, it had become apparent that in the anticipation to get a prime view of the parade, many hardcore fans must have decided that urinating themselves was a given, as in some areas there was a distinct whiff of urine and where this wasn’t so apparent, the smell of marijuana had taken over.
Having spent a few dollars on t-shirts we headed back to our room which fortunately looked straight out onto the parade (which I’m sure would’ve annoyed the most avid of fans). Although before our return, I must add, a tramp did offer Soph a hairgrip and then kept on pulling more items including a broken elastic band…bizarre (but Soph does seem to attract them – myself not included in that). Sitting at the window, it became apparent how important this day was to many. Thousands of people paraded along the streets ranging from those behind the scenes to those who had created this historic day for many San Franciscans, highlighting the magnitude of what had been achieved.
Following the parade, we departed on
Powell Street
Union Square
Powell Street
Union Square
Having witnessed the parade, and slowly eaten ourselves to an early grave, we headed back the room and chilled out in the evening in anticipation of our drive the next day. We have reserved a small economic car – similar to an Astra in size…or so they said.
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