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Since the early days of the Gold Rush, San Francisco's given rise to an impressive cast of authors, poets, and literary game-changers. Some were born here; many made conscious decisions to relocate to the famously freethinking city; others simply took a liking to the place while passing through. But regardless of where they came from or how long they stayed, they all left their marks on the city in one way or another.
Robert Louis Stevenson called it "bottled poetry." Ben Franklin called it "proof that God loves us and loves to see us happy." But in here Northern California, we just call good wine "a way of life." The region immediately surrounding San Francisco is blessed with endless rows of lush vineyards, innumerable wineries, and plenty of friendly folks ready to share their knowledge of local viticulture with visitors.
The California coast has long exerted a powerful pull for visitors in the summertime: When the weather heats up, locals and travelers alike start to dream of mornings riding Pacific waves, afternoons of lazy beachcombing, and evenings cooled by ocean breezes.
It's summertime, and San Francisco's in bloom. Sure, it may not seem like it as you wander in the shadow of skyscrapers or window shop on Fillmore Street, but this is a city where trees tower and blossoms beckon. Don't believe us? Then it's time to get yourself over to Golden Gate Park, a thousand-acre oasis of greenery near the city's northernmost point.
Living in San Francisco, we hear it all the time: good-natured ribbing about the nearly 50 hills this city's built on; griping about the hamstrings of steel one has to develop to get around SF on foot; literal huffing and puffing at the top of Lombard or Fillmore Street. As much as the hills are an iconic part of our fair city, after a while, it can be tempting to swear off any walking route that takes you up an incline.