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California’s Shark Fin Cove and other encounters
After days of driving north, our minds are filled up with impressions and memories. The numbers on the green road signs are getting smaller. It’s only only a 90min ride to our last destination, San Francisco. We are silently making our inner farewells to Highway 1 and all the beauty it offers, excited for the final adventure that lays ahead of us. During those last miles on the pacific coastal route, we are frequently seeing cars parking on the side of the road. Wondering what their passengers are up to, we are letting quite some occasions pass until we finally pull over. Curious whats hidden down there by the cliffs. We are approaching the crag…
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48h in San Francisco – a treasure trove
The golden evening sun is reflecting on my hair, unkempt by the wind that is streaming through the open window. Stu Larsen sings “San Francisco” on the radio and I am cheering of joy by the sight of the big red landmark that welcomes us to town… This was the very idea I was so stuck on neurotically from the day it was certain that we will be visiting San Francisco. Even though our general route was northbound, we did manage to cross the Golden Gate bridge from up, right on track.. then things got a lil’ messy: “Oh the bridge, look … we need to pull over to park, yes, over there, no,…
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St. Jacut – Coup de Coeur
This year, summer had a rough start but a very gentle final, with mild days and much sunshine but since a few days autumn sends out his rays and days are getting chill and short. While tugging in with tea and a book that I wanted to read since months, I reminisce about summer, our days in Bretagne and especially about one place that we left with the sweetest memories and the certainty that we’ll come back; St. Jacut de la Mer – our Coup de Coeur. It was a fluke to find this peaceful place on earth. Browsing Airbnbs within the area, we stumbled upon a little fishermen’s apartment in…
