It was an old victorian mansion full of antiques, located in the historic district of San Francisco.
My only regret is not choosing one of the fancier rooms. We got a room in the basement, and it would have been perfect if Calvin was a little older, because there was a separate bedroom across the hall with it's own double bed. But we didn't feel comfortable putting him in there, because it was right next to the door going out, and it just seemed a long way from our room in a strange place. So we put him on a cot in our room.
Breakfast was served on a sprawling dining room table, and they also had cheese and wine in the afternoons (but we missed that). The breakfast included fresh fruit and bagels with cream cheese, smoked salmon and capers, which made us happy, but Calvin was miserable. There was no peanut butter!
So we bought a jar of peanut butter, which not only got us through the second breakfast at the Chateau, but also served us well for the rest of the trip. I don't know whether he was going through some kind of a growth spurt, or what, but that week he ate three or four peanut butter sandwiches every day.
The San Francisco portion of our trip came when we needed to do the laundry, and we also had to deal with parking and packing our stuff. Luckily, when it was time to do those "chores" there was a playground right by the Bed and Breakfast. So we took turns taking care of business and playing with Calvin at the playground.
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