Although we've lived here long enough to know that "real natives" never, ever go to Fisherman's Wharf -- that's for tourists (shudder) -- we battled that prejudice and won. Thus, we got up bright and early Saturday morning, packed up everyone in the car, and tried to find a parking spot. As it turns out, we had plenty of time to poke around the working portions of the wharf before taking the kids out on a tall ship for the very first time.
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