Old Gold Mountain is the name for San Francisco in Chinese, seen in the title image. As mentioned in the previous post, gold was discovered in California in the 1840s.
This is my walking-around-the-city blog. It’s my kind of tourism: wandering around to see what I can see.
My street experience falls into four categories.
Old Gold Mountain: The Crimson Hour
Old Gold Mountain is the title of Part I of my second time-slip romance, The Crimson Hour. The story takes place in San Francisco – Bucharest, Romania – and Hong Kong of the 1890s and 1990s.
I’ve been to San Francisco quite a number of times. I used my experiences one of those times to depict the city my hero and heroine, Hanes Reynolds and Eloise Popescu, move through. Eloise, by the way, has been a screw-up her whole life. What she sets in motion in The Crimson Hour is the last, massive entry she makes in her screw-up-a-log.
Old Gold Mountain: China Town
Here’s what I saw this time around when I laced up for an early morning walking tour.
San Francisco takes its Chinese heritage seriously. Around the corner from China Town on Union Square is Saks Fifth Avenue. They have their windows all done up for Chinese New Year.
February 5 began the Year of the Pig.
Chinese New Year is recognized all over the city:
I got to the Grant Avenue gate:
And arrived at the corner of Grant and California:
Chinese lanterns and Chinese street lamps are everywhere:
Here’s a China Town glimpse of the Transamerica Building:
Speaking of which ….
Old Gold Mountain: Glimpses
The fun of walking around such a hilly city as San Francisco is that you get glimpses of the tourist attractions I put on my Top Ten last Friday – and some I didn’t.
Golden Gate Bridge
From the top of Lombard Street:
Going to cross it on my way to Mill Valley, Marin County to visit my niece
The giant Ghiradelli Square sign: reverse angle
Downtown seen from Nob Hill:
Here’s a glimpse of Coit Tower seen from the Ferry Building:
Turn around and there’s the Ferry Building:
Then there’s inside the Ferry Building:
Ferries do leave from the docks out back.
As I walked around I glimpsed the island of Alcatraz:
Here’s the view outside my hotel window:
Houses in San Francisco are distinctive.
On a hill:
On the level:
Old Gold Mountain: New ChinaTown
One restaurant recommended to me by several people is Burma Superstar on Clement.
It was too mobbed for me to get it, so I didn’t have any Burmese cuisine. However I did discover this part of town that is the new China Town.
Old Gold Mountain: Who can afford it?
I paid for my hotel on points, ate breakfast out a couple of times, and splurged liberally on Lyft. Otherwise, I didn’t really experience the cost of living in San Francisco. However, I’ve long heard that it is super expensive.
High Prices: The Sublime
I took this photo of a house for sale on California Street so I could look up its sale price.
High Prices: The Ridiculous
Here’s the receipt for the nail file I bought in San Francisco:
Here’s what 50₵ more buys you at the Harris Teeter in Durham, NC:
Hey, it’s not about the money – or maybe it is. The more desirable place to live, the more expensive. Simple fact of life.
I was totally happy I spent the weekend in San Francisco.
This post was written by Julie Tetel Andresen