A city of liberals, hippies, hipster, yuppies, techies, immigrants. A city of the famous Red Bridge, the Alcatraz, the Beat Generation, of art venues, of culinary experimentation, of crooked streets, and cable cars.
I do understand why it is easy to fall in love with the city. In San Francisco, there is an atmosphere of acceptance, as if no matter from which part of the world you came from, the city will give you a chance to start and welcome you with open arms with no judgment.
I spend a full three days in San Francisco, somewhere in the Market Street, where everything seems to be an uphill walking distance or a MUNI cable car away.
For sure as a visitor, you will spend a moment watching the cable cars at the turntable , or maybe eagerly await for your turn to stand at one of the polls for the best view , or maybe witness how the driver masterfully maneuver the steep path at Nob Hill.
With Powell-Mason and Powell-Hyde both terminating at Fisherman’s Wharf, each cable car ride costs about $6, therefore it will be wise to go for the more economical Multi-day pass that will allow visitors to use not only the cable cars, but the heritage Castro (F Market & Wharves) streetcar that passed by the famous Embarcadero and other Muni bus services as well.
I purchased a Multi-day pass, and I maximize it by joy riding both the street cars and cable cars countless times. It is hard to imagine San Francisco without this mode of transportation roaming its very street.
San Francisco Fisherman’s Wharf is a touristy place with countless shops selling the same sweatshirts, but definitely ideal for an afternoon walk, for a view of the San Francisco Bridge, the Alcatraz and the sea lions of Pier 39.