San Fran, Part 1

You know when you are researching an area, and you find NOTHING usefull. Well, that of course is what happened in San Fran. Googling Best Area’s To Stay San Fran with Kids…nothing. So finally I had to make a decision and book something. I booked a place on AirBnB in the Marina District. What I read about the Marina district is that it was a playgound for the hip folks with big bank accounts, packed with shops and restaurants. Sounds OK…right? Or OK enough.
BUT, let me tell you what Google should have told me about the Marina District with Kids:
This neighbourhood is CHARMING! Street after street of the quintessential colourful Victorian row houses complete with little potted gardens of fragrant jasmine.

We are 1 block down from Chestnut St, where there are at least four blocks cholkablock full of great restaurants, little cafes, boutiques and more. And when I say great restaurants, I mean it. We have not had a bad meal.

This place is buzzing with activity. So alive. People are out, and with their children. Every time we go to a restaurant, we are not the only ones with kids…it seems most people have them out (at least for the 5 O’Clock seating).

We are a few blocks from the ocean, with a view of the Golden Gate. We are a few blocks from the Palais of Fine Arts, which is so beautiful it hurts.

There is an AMAZING playground a few blocks away. We can walk up the hill to Union St for some more shopping & eating. It’s half an hour on foot away from Fisherman’s Wharf. The Bus comes right through to take you where ever.

There is a place called Suzy’s Cake’s, that RULES!

The Marina District is clean. It feels safe. The sidewalks are wide and stroller friendly. There are children’t botiques. There is a walgreens, for diapers and whatnot.

It is so PRETTY!!
Now, THAT is the information I should be able to find when I google San Francisco neighborhoods with Children.

Day 1
Wake up, get ready, head out the door and walk to fisherman’s wharf. On the way we stumble upon a great little farmer’s market. Eat a croissant. Carry on, skirting along the waterfront walkway of Fort Mason, with views of the Golden Gate and Alcatraz. Enter into the crazy mayhem tourist central of Fisherman’s Wharf. Poke around enjoying the sites and being total tourists. Eat some chowder in a bread bowl. Chase bubbles. Find a magnet with my name on it!!! Hop in grumpy old Italian man’s taxi to get whizzed home for nap time.
During Nap The Big One and I go out to hit the shops…shop, eat some donut holes, come home. Get the little one up, go find the park. Find an amazing playground where Hudson made friends with another Hudson. Played played played. This park is amazing. After that we went for dinner and had a good meal at a place called Dragon’s Well, which served non-gross Chinese food.  Get gelato. Go home, and relax in our great pad…GREAT DAY!

Because I have a pedometer I know we logged over 15,000 steps…which, means that little Hudson walked all that way too….what a guy!