Golden Gate Bridge

The other day we took a family walk across the Golden Gate Bridge (or, well, what I've always meant every time I ever walked "across" the bridge, which is actually: out to the midpoint and back). Mabel had been wanting to go and was utterly delighted with it. We saw a boat race and drank buckets of coffee and hot chocolate and Bill particularly liked the stencil demarcating the pedestrian area with the man in the jaunty hat holding the hand of his very small daughter. A good time was had by all.