On the 3rd day in San Francisco went to Haight Ashbury, the beginning of the hippy era in the 60’s. Marijuana smell lingered in the air. I Liked the clothes stores, most sold vintage 40-80’s clothes. Encountered several schizophrenics, or they were on some hallucinating drugs? I came out of a store, Brad was standing, looking at his phone and this tall guy came jumping around, real close to Brad and was pushing himself off the wall. Later we saw another guy who had a plate of food, hit the ground, did not spill his food. He did a push up, let his food behind and started swearing and charging into a nearby bench, where some innocent bystander was sitting. He just startled the bystander. The schizophrenics were harmless. I am used to them from my Psych nursing rotation and Brad had a good friend who was a schizophrenic.
Then we went to Chinatown. We are tea lovers so we went for a tea tasting and of course bought some great tea. Then a great Chinese dinner of dumplings, fish and potstickers. Yummm!
San Francisco always had a great diverse feel. I felt like I traveled the world when I lived in San Francisco.