The iconic Golden Gate Bridge has stayed the same, reliable symbol of a city that has a special, ambivalent place in my heart. It was one of the few cities that I wanted to call home even if temporarily, and while that has yet to happen – and at this stage unlikely will – I have made enough visits in the past to merit a level of acquaintance with her. Our whirlwind visit today covered a lot of ground, especially around the grand old lady in red – or is it maroon? Not only did we drive over and around her – the views from Baker Beach, which I had never visited, were absolutely stunning – I also for the first time went under her, in great, windswept fashion. It’s good to see she’s still the same and quite surely will be long after I’ve moved on.