Raoul and Marcus strolled along Marina Boulevard; Ghirardelli Square and the temptation of a chocolate lava ice-cream sundae lay behind them. The Golden Gate loomed large in the distance, its momentous spans holding aloft a steady stream of Detroit, Aichi, Nishi-ku, Dearborn, Fuch, Minato, Wolfsburg, Ingolstadt, Stuttgart and Munich endowed movement.
“You sure you don’t want a sundae, Marcus?”
“No thanks, not after that feed!” Marcus pointed to the bridge. “What an engineering masterpiece, Raoul.”
“Have you been to the visitor centre? Quite a story.”
“I bet it is.”
Raoul pressed, “We’re heading that way – it’s only a 30-minute walk.”
“Maybe next visit. I may want that sundae in a few minutes.”
Raoul grinned. “OK, that’s cool!”
Raoul led them to an empty park bench in the Marina Green…
