Several years ago, I visited San Francisco with my brother, sister-in-law and their 5 year old little girl. My little niece asked, “Where are we going?” “Fisherman’s Wharf,” her mom replied. As we approached the wharf in our car, the air was ripe with the smell of fish. My niece wrinkled her nose and with disgust in voice said, “The fisherman’s wife sure stinks!”
I think of that story eveytime I visit the wharf….
Beautiful color and framing. NIce job!
That is so cute. I don't remember this story. I wonder if our niece does?
Love this picture. I think I'll have the boat, second from the right, second row, with that bit of orange trim.
Michelle! Thanks so much for the "blog love"!
Beautiful photograph! And that story is too cute!!
John – Thank you!
I love this picture and I LOVE LOVE that story!