I had the opportunity to stroll the Embarcadero yesterday, smelling the salty air and hearing the tapestry of sounds from a busy port: trains wailing as they lumbered past, ship horns honking a farewell to land, trucks groaning up Banker’s…
I had the opportunity to stroll the Embarcadero yesterday, smelling the salty air and hearing the tapestry of sounds from a busy port: trains wailing as they lumbered past, ship horns honking a farewell to land, trucks groaning up Banker’s…