old old Sacramento

It was in Sutter’s Mill where James Marshall spotted the flecks of gold, the reason behind the greatest human migration in American history, from everywhere else to Sacramento. And that was like 160 years ago. I am now in the Old Sacramento sniffing around for the history, stepping back in time and celebrating the Californian heat.

Here the railway meets the Delta, the entrance of the waterway interconnecting San Joaquin, American and Mokelumne rivers. The languid river that flows in mother of all silence is where the famous Delta King Hotel in a shape of a pretty ship docked for years now. The Tower Bridge is a vertically lifted bridge across the Sacramento River, painted in gold because the earlier silver was complained to be glaring.

Given a chance, I would like to hover upon this city and watch these in gaiety, but I am without the benefit of parachutes or not even a chicken wing. Driving in US can be somewhat freaky as I am driving on the other side of the road, the total opposite compared to where I came from but in Sacramento town it is indeed much easier. You don’t see many cars in here, almost a ghost town I would say. But again, not really; sometimes these people these cars come from God-knows-where.

Somewhere in the centre of Sacramento, near the Old Sacramento is where The California State Capitol is and this is where the Californian governor sits. The beaming white that envelopes it, the dome, the "Stars and Stripes" and the building as whole was splendid in appearance!