The streets of San Francisco evoke an old TV series with a young Michael Douglas and half a block long cars chasing each other down the steep slopes of the city.
To me, all streets in San Francisco seem to end in Powell and Market. Maybe because the hotel was on Powell? See the first photo above on Powell and Union Square. Let’s make this post different, a new exercise, in which we walk you through the streets of San Francisco.
An ode to baseball on Powell.
Take Grant to Chinatown. Why are there three Chinese characters for Grant? Has anyone checked the translation?
Chinatown in the San Francisco fog. Freezing…
Washington warrants four Chinese characters. But “Washington” only has three syllables. Help anyone? 🙂
For those not born in the past century, Dashiell Hammett (1894-1961) was the prince of detective novels. The inspiration of Film noir. If the name still does not ring a bell, think Sam Spade, The Maltese falcon, Humphrey Bogart. I couldn’t believe I was walking down HIS street.
Have a drink at Vesuvio on Kerouac St. (For all those under 46, Kerouac was the prophet of the Beat generation, along with Ginsberg et al. His masterpiece is “On the road”. Typed on a single scroll of paper: “the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything…” 1958.
“When the shadow of the grasshopper…?” 🙂
Have a fine dinner at Embarcadero.
Or have a Twilight Zone breakfast at Lori’s Diner on Powell:
“Two eggs, over easy, Honey?”
And don’t miss 16th Avenue hidden steps:
16th Avenue is a weird project developed by the neighbourhood, with mosaic covering the 163 steps between 16th Avenue and Moraga. A steep climb, well worth it.
Follow your dreams! Always.
Thank you for walking with Equinoxio, the only airline that makes you climb 163 steps on foot.
And a very special thanks to my dear friend Jenny at
for her fantastic tips on Frisco.