Wearing my windbreaker jacket because of the strong, chilly breezes off the bay, and those blue-lens sunglasses, I had two pictures taken. One of Fisherman's Wharf in the background. The other with the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance.
As I said, we were young with young legs. And perhaps we were too oblivious of distances, having already walked down from Russian Hill to Fisherman's Wharf and a still a full day ahead of us.
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