Once upon a time, many years ago, I took a cross country motorcycle trip and came to San Francisco. We rode down the coast of Oregon and came across the Golden Gate Bridge as the sun was setting and the sky was pink with fog and wind. The City looked magical!
But the first thing I thought of was, "why did anyone build a city on so many hills?" Can you tell I'm from the flat-as-a-pancake Midwest? I fell in love with San Francisco--and you will, too.
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