We pulled into a premium parking spot right in front of the entrance to San Francisco’s Ghirardelli Square. I laughed. My husband turned to me, eyebrows raised, expectant.“We aren’t supposed to be able to park here,” I said, “we’re supposed to have to circle around the block several times, stressed and frantic, yelling at the kids to be quiet as we parallel park in a space too small for our minivan.”I laughed again, awed by the ridiculous luck of not only one, but two empty spots right in front with meters that accept credit card payments. We got out of […]
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