The first landmark I recognized while approaching the San Francisco airport was Moffett Field. You can make out the big dirigible hangars through the clouds.




On the ground at SFO. Notice the grey overcast (it was raining lightly) and the green grass.




Inside the terminal, a strange driftwood horse.




Two things bothered me about the SFO terminal. The first was the freaky lighting in one of the underground passageways that was, allegedly, leading to the interterminal train.




The second was the way you follow the signs around from one part of the terminal to another, walk through some doors and suddenly find yourself in the parking garage. Hello? Yes, there's a sign. But I'm still stunned to find myself in a parking garage when I thought I was going to another terminal.

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