I love San Francisco (like, doesn’t everybody?). Maybe it’s all the episodes of Monk we watched.
I read a book of letters by Laura Ingalls Wilder to her husband where she described the Panama Pacific International Exposition of 1915. She talked of the Tower of Jewels, the tallest building at the Expo. It sounded a completely, wonderfully magical place. She ate at a Chinese restaurant and rode trolley cars. What a spin-out that must have been for a pioneer woman.
These pics are later than that — San Francisco in the 1940s — but they are totally fabulous. They are teeny tiny postcards. I don’t expect you’d post them though so maybe picture cards is a better description.
So here’s cheers to San Francisco, you beautiful, beautiful thing!