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mercredi 25 mai 2011
ABC Wednesday..... S is for San Francisco
San Francisco before San Francisco... One minute before the landing.
I wonder what these red stretches of land or water are.
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Une minute avant l'atterrissage. Je n'avais pas la possibilité de laver les carreaux, donc les photos sont troubles.
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I post this photo today as a small tribute to my friend philosopher Guy Boisson who found a few years ago that Locke's Journal had neve...
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The fountain on the Place de la Révolution is brand new! Its water seems to be dancing in the air. Please go to Mrs. Nesbitt's place to...
Super shots, Marie, but they do put butterflies in my tummy!
RépondreSupprimerRe your comment on Ocala: It's all about pain tolerance, and as you know, women have a higher threshold than do most men. :-)
SF is one of my favorite US cities.
RépondreSupprimerROG, ABC Wednesday team
Il fallait ouvrir la fenêtre !
RépondreSupprimerSF, the city of my dreams, just do not know whether my dreams are realized, thanks for this wonderful post!
RépondreSupprimerExcept that that's not San Francisco down there: it's Burlingame and a couple of other places. Even coming into town from the airport, you go through South San Francisco and Colma before you hit the city proper.
RépondreSupprimerMy first thought was Carlsbad flower fields but it is too far from San Francisco...
RépondreSupprimerNice shots Marie.
They're salt ponds.
RépondreSupprimerhttp://www.wikimapia.org/#lat=37.4439266&lon=-122.0028305&z=13&l=0&m=b
I know, Ed. That is why I wrote San Francisco "avant" San Francisco. We were about to land.
RépondreSupprimerExpat,I wanted to write to you but could not find your email address yesterday. Do not write to my "inside crew" address. I do not have access to it when I am here. Write to my gmail address rather.
As expat wrote, those are salt ponds where the sea water is allowed to evaporate and salt is mined from the resulting crystals.
RépondreSupprimerC'est beau sous l'aile de ton oiseau, Marie!
RépondreSupprimertu reviens quand?