The Pier was every bit as tacky as one could expect. The beach looked nice enough but it was a grey day and we weren't impressed. Worse still was to come. So pleased were we at escaping the car park onto the road that we missed the right turn. From then on the traffic was horrendous. Thibault did ever so well amongst the weaving cars on up to 6 lane highways. Would have shredded my nerves.
But eventually we got to our hotel in downtown San Diego. Just to complete Thibault's day he made a dash for a karate club but arrived too late with nowhere to park. So he possibly wasn't in the best of moods when we hit the Gaslight Quarter for dinner. But luckily there was a turn for the better. The sushi restaurant we went to was terrific. Thibault claimed it was best he ever had. Truly scrumptious!
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