It was my first time in San Francisco, second time for Seraina – she’d once visited the city with her uncle when she was a child. The city was everything I expected and more. Buildings and streets were beautiful, it was rainy and rather cool at first (though we got quite some sun a few days later). We ate like kings and queens for a full week, coffee was top-notch, people looked very normal. Our Airbnb was a cozy room in huge, old, beautiful apartment heavy with Asian antiques.
A few streets, especially around Market Street, were overcrowded with homeless people, many of which with mental illness, and in other areas tents, that were inhabited by the homeless. Though we have heard that an alarmingly high number of people in SF live on the streets without a home, this was worse and sadder than expected really.