One sadness about living in San Francisco is that I don't get to come visit San Francisco and stay at the St. Francis. Although, I do suppose I get to go and have drinks there whenever I please. It is a decent trade-off.I just learned today that the St. Francis has run a money-cleaning operation since 1938:
This custom began when the hotel’s manager insisted that the silver coins – the currency of the day – be cleaned to keep the ladies’ white gloves from getting dirty.I love it! Luxuriously clean currency brought to the city of San Francisco by the St. Francis hotel. Now that's service!
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THAT is my kind of hotel.
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