A Week Watching the San Francisco Waterfront
Settled in high above the Embarcadero for a week of watching the waterfront, and the first full day made the case for never leaving the window. An APL container ship slid across the bay toward Oakland right around dusk, low and loaded, gone in a few minutes.
Straight below is Pier 1 and the working edge of the port — the San Francisco Belle tied up on one side, a sternwheeler the size of an apartment block, and the California Hornblower across the way. Hard to believe a double-deck freeway used to wall all of this off; since it came down the whole stretch is a ground-level boulevard, and from up here you can trace it running along the seawall toward the Ferry Building.
On the plaza side, crews had the holiday ice rink set up next to the Vaillancourt Fountain, white tents and a green apron of turf around it, nobody skating yet. Down in the Four Embarcadero courtyard the potted trees already had their strings of lights going, on before the streetlamps were.