Tony Bennett was right

You can see why one could leave their heart in San Francisco. The city is absolutely enchanting, dotted with a patchwork of small and varied neighborhoods- each with their own unique character. We can't decide which we prefer most- the Nob Hill victorians, painstakingly restored with care, to North Beach and the old Italian haunts that remind us so of Little Italy. We've lucked into a patch of sunny warm weather and are enjoying each of our long walks through the hilly city.
It was lucky that we came out a bit early as our American flight was full with flyers who had been bumped from other cancelled American flights. Jeff is still adjusting to "JoAnne's world" of flying- domestic coach where you pay for a turkey sandwich. We are definitely enjoying the fruits of Jeff's labor and have a great room at the Hilton (thank you, Hilton points!) with sweeping views of the city.
On our first night, we went to one of our favorite area restaurants, Farallon. Farallon is like an underwater adventure- lighting shaped like huge sea urchins and jelly fish; bar stools shaped like oysters. For divers like us, it is nirvana.
The next day, we hit the ferry for an adventure out to Sausalito, a lovely coastal boating town just across the bay from SF. Tomorrow we are heading to an area museum for an Annie Liebowitz photography exhibit and to Cliff House to visit their legion of sea lions sunning on the shoreline. Tomorrow night we meet with our other global travelers. Something tells me we will start our scavenging here in San Francisco... Wish us luck!