I drove over the Bay bridge to get into the hilly city of San Francisco at about 1:00 in the afternoon. I was stunned to see that this bridge is almost as pretty and stunning as its well known sister the Golden Gate bridge. I was also surprised to realize that San Francisco is only 7×7 miles.
View of the Bay Bridge.
San Francisco to a tourist is divided into little miniature sections. One of course being the famed Haight-Ashbury district where the hippie movement was spawned in the 60’s. Roaming around these streets today you’ll still find tons of hippies (some probably still from the 60’s) and people smoking marijuana on many a street corner.
And of course one of the best things about San Fran is the eclectic houses that dot the different streets. Each place has a different color scheme and trim. I should’ve taken more of these crazy houses but these are the only few I snapped.
One of the next little sections, the one known to be the most touristy, is Fisherman’s Wharf. A perfect place to check views of the iconic bay, and the ships that frequent it. I recommend also going to Boudin Bakery, the birthplace of sourdough bread. As a huge sourdough fan myself, I got a sandwich bun and ate it without anything on it. It was phenomenal.
A few of my other favorites from varying spots in the city.
For some good food measure, here are the most amazing oysters I think I’ve ever had from Bar Crudo. They have a happy hour where each oyster is only a dollar.
After a recommendation from my sports fanatic friend, we went to see about going to a Giants game in their picturesque and famed stadium. We were lucky enough to be offered free club level seats from some gentlemen that were looking to give away tickets that night! It turned out to be perfect we caught about 7 innings and saw Posey hit a grand slam. And my friend was right, it is the most gorgeous baseball stadium.
And lastly the iconic and ever photographed Golden Gate Bridge.
Cheers San Francisco, until next time.