" Phillip left a handsome tip, and they got back in his car outside Luigi's. It was actually his mother's car, he explained. They usually let him drive an old station wagon, but it was so disreputable--looking, he had borrowed her fifteen-year old Mercedes instead, since his parents were in Pebble Beach for the weekend./ They drove across the Golden Gate Bridge, paid the toll, and drove east on Lombard Street, and then south on Fillmore, to Union. After an endless search, they found a parking place, and began strolling past the shops and restaurants. It was a busy Saturday, a warm night , and it was fun just being there. Allyson felt terribly grown up, as she walked along with Philip's arm around her shoulders." I don't know why I like this portion of her novel, except I can certainly picture her descriptions. Yes, I am sure that is why.