The Farmers Flea Market on 24th Street. Delicious vegetables, fruits, and breads were sold by kind and generous people from different parts. A very scary and intimidating concept for Mr. Andrews to put his trust in.
Another flea market set up on the Embarcadero, which began the best day of our lives.
Nice fellow's hands who wove and sold this "friendship" jewelry... We could not resist purchasing a few of these gorgeous yarn bracelets in order to seal our friendship and ensure that it will last until the day we die, or when we lose the bracelet after it breaks.
You know Jaclyn, in certain countries, this could be mistaken as a legitimate marital ceremony where you and Mr. Brown Jacket Man would be bound for life. You as his woman, he as your man.
One of the Piers at the Wharf.
Motorcycle stunt men behaving dangerously in front of a large, nervous crowd.
The less fortunate sibling in the Oscar Statue family doing a robotic dance for a pretty penny.
The Family-from-London's Circus stunts which took place on the sidewalk of the Embarcadero. We could not take our eyes off of these intriguing hunks who were armed with sexy accents and a unicycle.
He saw me zooming in for a close up shot of his uncanny Heath Ledger resemblance. So he smiled. The sort of smile that makes we melt, accentuated by the long, waving ponytail that trickled down his muscular back.
Brother and [future-]Sister[-in-law] teamwork.
Embarcadero cable car.
Spray paint artist in his cubicle of creation.
Shall we? Shan't we? We did. Two new rings for each of we.
Puttin' on some extra lbs at Johnny Rockets. Simply preparing our body fat for our hibernation in the East coast blizzards.
Never again shall we fall for the evil Mr. Rockets' greasy temptations.
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