As you look south from the orange structure you can see a little spit of land sitting between San Francisco and Oakland. Here sits Alcatraz, haunted by stories of criminals that called this home for years. Today it serves as home for numerous birds that are slowly painting the buildings with their own mixture of white paint.
Across the water sits downtown San Francisco. Filled with streets that dissect the hills that makes your lungs burn upon reaching the summits. Down by the water is the Famous Fisherman's Wharf. The piers around this area are filled with shops and restaurants. Crowds are as thick as the fog that still looms around the orange structure.
Pier 39 is filled with the locals that at one time only stopped by on their migration. Today there is a small group of seals that call these wooden floating structures home year round. As you get closer you are greeted by the loud barking as they jockey for position atop these floating homes.
We spent sometime watching these animals in their natural habitat as they played, pushed and fought each other for dominance position.
If you go to San Fran then you have to walk up to the most crookedest street. You've seen this street in countless movies. The streets to get here are very steep and once you arrive and look up it seems that it is almost straight up. The road winds down between beautiful gardens and tourists lined along the sides taking pictures and taking it all in.
As we headed back towards the car, which was parked near the Golden Gate Bridge, the fog was still there but illuminated by the setting sun giving it a Hollywood type of closure to the day. From all the cities that we have had a privilege of visiting while on our journey, San Francisco is by far one of the prettiest cities. With the balance of nature and concrete structures always on display the whole scene puts you in a relaxed state of mind, even with all the chaos of people are cars always around you.
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