No, a historic Victorian house tour isn't the best choice for a Sunday afternoon outing with a baby, but we had to go (it's not worth explaining here). Our original plans stated we arrive at opening, enjoy the tour with a fresh and happy Ruth, then join the Pacific Heights walking tour at 12:30. We missed a bus, missed another, then tried to find this house on Jackson when it is actually on Franklin, and no amount of "all those president's names sound alike" made up for the fact that A: Franklin, well, obviously, and B: Ruth was only interested in getting at the stairs, of which there were many tantalizing flights. All that said, the tour was fantastic, the docent took us behind all the roped barriers, allowed Ruth to explore at will, and we were accompanied by the ever patient and upbeat Mr. Myers, who Ruth has yet to rattle. We will return again, next Sunday for the walk.
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