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Some photos just make me smile whenever I see them. A seal getting an early morning stretch in as fellow seals loll about. In the midst of chaos there is peace. One this morning, I was just embarking on my walking tour of San Francisco. I walked down to Fisherman's Wharf from my hotel that overlooked the cable car turn around down on Market Street. I lived in San Francisco for a year way back when teaching English and working a million other odd jobs, just so that I could live in the city. One regular job was the nightshift at a hotel, whenever, I arrived at work, my colleague and I would each other about how many jobs we had that week, loser had to go for the coffee. It was an unforgettable year in an unforgettable city.