San Francisco, bitches!

This time San Francisco with Mahler. Last year I was in Santa Monica with him.

As usual I start with a plane photo.


In San Francisco I drove a car.


I went to China Town straight ahead. It is always the best place to make first acquaintances. So many people, such funny letters...


...such hot chickas aka chickens.

Here possibly the same chickas a few days later. All sweaty in a sweatshop.


Everyone spoke so much and I was too tired to pay attention to what is said to me, so I came back to my hotel room.


Next day I woke up and tried to call room service but I couldn't make a connection....

...so Mahler decided to take me to an american diner across the street...


After eating we went sightseeing. First I wanted to take some sun beams. During polish winter it is almost impossible.
Here is me among flowers. How romantic, don't you thing?

and here me in a flower bowl near Moma...still romantic...

Moma in the background. Me in the front.

When walking down the street...

...when some kind of freak grabbed my fragile body and wanted to strunggle me like octupus. See the unpredictable in his eyes, see?

After this incident I was soooo afraid of going out. So I decided to pray and visited Mission Dolores, the oldest church in the city. In America everything which dates back to 18th century must be very very old.


After some prayers I was ready to take the challange and go through Golden Gate.


I still felt a bit unstable so the plate was very tempting. But Mahler talked me out of any stupid moves.


Hey, do you have a photo on a truck? Even if you do, I bet you don't have a photosession on SFFD's car!


This is the last photo taken in San Francisco. Patriotic and falluslike. Like my carrot.




Back to California mon amour. Sun, palms and hot bitches on the beaches!



See you soon!