Let the record show that the photos in this post contain cable cars, not trolleys. (There is a difference.) Though, from our hotel room last weekend, we certainly heard lots of clanging and it was definitely coming from the cable cars that run up and down Powell Street in San Francisco. Their sounds joined gospel music from street performers, shouting people who lived on the streets, and honking from crazed drivers who didn’t have patience for performers, homeless people OR cable cars. It was a cacophony of city noises that floated up to our third story windows all day long, and much of the night, too.

Jeremy works for an awesome company in San Francisco called ThoughtMatrix. I did some copywriting work for the firm last year and was constantly impressed by the work they do. Lucky for us, the folks employed at ThoughtMatrix are awesome as well and we really enjoy hanging out with them when Jeremy flies west for work.

After convincing Jeremy that the cable car was a legitimate form of transportation—and not just a ridiculous tourist ride—we bought tickets and jumped a car headed for Fisherman’s Wharf.