If Santa Cruz was home of the buskers, then San Francisco was home of the crazies. It was a great city. We walked for miles, through the city and along the water front. We were hoping to visit Alcatraz but it was booked up for weeks. We did the next best thing and took a ferry under the Golden Gate bridge, down to the Bay bridge and circled Alcatraz “The Rock” whilst listening to a recorded cometary of it's history. At the same time every afternoon the fog comes in, which gave both island and bridges a mystical look.
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