The place that stole my heart: "San Francisco itself is art. every block is a short story, every hill a novel. Every home a poem, every dweller within immortal. Photo: San Francisco Chronicle / (c) Michele Falzone
"It's an odd thing, but anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco.
Yep: Money lives in New York. Power sits in Washington. Freedom sips cappuccino in a sidewalk cafe in San Francisco
All that fog makes it much cooler than other parts of California. Pack a sweatshirt—or you’ll end up buying one. September, October, and even early November are the warmest times of the year.