Hotel Petaluma, down town historic building, in the process of being renovated. No Best Western this! Our room smelled and the bathroom was old and stained. We asked for a different room. No problem, it seemed they were used to complaints! We were immediately upgraded to a much nicer room, newly renovated but oozing “period features”. It had been a beautiful building once, and could be again. We explored the historic downtown, eating good food at the “Speak Easy”, where in the days of prohibition illegal liquor was obtained. The old buildings here told the story of the town and those early settlers. And we slept comfortably although it was a warm night.
Next morning back on highway 101 to San Francisco. The turn off signs were becoming more Spanish and the sky was blue. But as we approached the Golden Gate Bridge the fog descended and we crossed in zero visibility.
Over the bridge we emerged into sunshine and we began exploring the city on foot, taking a trolley car down to savour all the sights and sounds of Fisherman’s Wharf, including Alcatraz. The fog finally lifted from the bridge and we watched huge carrier ships come in across the bay.