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		<title>by: Mary Lou Shields</title>
		<link>http://allanhunter.net/blog/2008/04/22/travel/#comment-1644</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 16:50:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I agree that the bridge is a great piece of art. And you're right about the specatacular views everywhere you turn  including &quot;the quirky houses clinging to cliffs.&quot;

When you find the seedy side of town, Please advise.
As ever, MLou</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I agree that the bridge is a great piece of art. And you&#8217;re right about the specatacular views everywhere you turn  including &#8220;the quirky houses clinging to cliffs.&#8221;</p>
<p>When you find the seedy side of town, Please advise.<br />
As ever, MLou
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		<title>by: Administrator</title>
		<link>http://allanhunter.net/blog/2008/04/22/travel/#comment-1626</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 03:41:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Dear Mary Lou,

Perhaps I didn't spell out the beauties of the place clearly enough, since practically every street one walks up or down has a view of something spectacular, and the bridge itself is extraordinary. It all defies words, rather.  Possibly the bridge itself is the greatest piece of art? And the landscape does indeed change color as the sun settles. One has not just the larger glories of nature, inescapable because the sky is such a vast presence here, but also the smaller delights of beautiful in the quirky houses clinging to cliffs, every corner presenting a scenic outlook.

I'm sure there's a seedy side of town, but I haven't seen it yet.

As ever,  A</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Mary Lou,</p>
<p>Perhaps I didn&#8217;t spell out the beauties of the place clearly enough, since practically every street one walks up or down has a view of something spectacular, and the bridge itself is extraordinary. It all defies words, rather.  Possibly the bridge itself is the greatest piece of art? And the landscape does indeed change color as the sun settles. One has not just the larger glories of nature, inescapable because the sky is such a vast presence here, but also the smaller delights of beautiful in the quirky houses clinging to cliffs, every corner presenting a scenic outlook.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m sure there&#8217;s a seedy side of town, but I haven&#8217;t seen it yet.</p>
<p>As ever,  A
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		<title>by: Mary Lou Shields</title>
		<link>http://allanhunter.net/blog/2008/04/22/travel/#comment-1588</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 01:50:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>One of the happiest days of my life began with a walk in and around the Presidio and up by foot to view the great bridge. Then across we went to the other side by car and  over to Mount Tamelpais for a picnic. Toward the end of day, we crossed back over and sat on a hill to watch the bridge change its color reflecting light from the golden ball as it dipped into the Pacific. (Did you know that in one plan, the bridge was going to have been painted gun metal gray?)

Ah, dear administrator, please take one more look.
MLou</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of the happiest days of my life began with a walk in and around the Presidio and up by foot to view the great bridge. Then across we went to the other side by car and  over to Mount Tamelpais for a picnic. Toward the end of day, we crossed back over and sat on a hill to watch the bridge change its color reflecting light from the golden ball as it dipped into the Pacific. (Did you know that in one plan, the bridge was going to have been painted gun metal gray?)</p>
<p>Ah, dear administrator, please take one more look.<br />
MLou
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