 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| It was a sparkling clear evening. I drove to Treasure Island in time for sunset. Bus loads of tourists were lined up with their point and shoot cameras. The San Francisco skyline was reflecting on the water of the bay. The Port of San Francisco was shining like a crown jewel. The sky turned a brilliant shade of orange. This is the perfect end to a perfect day in San Francisco. |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|