There are an infinite amount of a great things to see, do and be in this city. In-between these suggested destinations, try getting lost. We walked up many hills and ran down others while getting to know sweet ‘frisco.
Parrots fly palm to palm tree, chirping, and crafting an exotic experience when you have a break and sit on a stoop.
The city is filled with years of art, locals make it and embrace it. You’ll find some far-out examples on paths, stairs and where you least expect it.
Lombard Street
The unique Lombard Street is filled with a bizarre amount of tourists who have no problem blocking traffic to take 100 shots of the same frame. To top that off, the otherwise quiet area is constantly flowing with a river full of cars, all of which have all passengers recording themselves riding down the famous winding street.
Regardless of the abundance, the experience is sweet. Climb those worn steps, snap a shot in-between cars, and have another wonderful view of San Fran unveiled.
Fisherman’s Warf
You’re so close, you might as well head downhill and absorb Fisherman’s Warf. Find quiet areas, watch artists sculpt, perform and serve you ridiculously great ice cream.
Street cars and sea lions rest along a sandy warf where the odd person swims by. Between the city, rolling hills, and a stretch of the bay lays this gem of merchants preserved in old brick architecture.
Palace of Fine Arts Theatre
Listen to the flutter of voices and steps echo within these towering columns. We walked through the dome before heading to the beach for some sunset sight-seeing, and again after the sun had set.
Our heads tilted during daylight, gripping the detail and majesty. At night, we rested across the pond and watched the luminescent alcazar arouse vagabonds and all types.
Presidio
After a long day of wandering, grab a bottle of wine and head for a picnic at the beach.
Walking along the boardwalk in Presidio serves a panoramic scene of the bay, from city depths, to Alcatraz and the Golden Gate. Catching the view at sunset leaves more than just golden hues, have a glimpse of the purple hills sparkling with bits of yellow.
Locals haunt the shoreline by kite surfing, picnicking or cycling past while singing Dean Martin’s “That’s Amore,” at the top of their lungs.
