I haven't been to San Francisco yet, I just cited the title of the song. It was really regrettable whenever my husband would recall his trip to San Francisco. They went to the Golden Gate to see the color of the bridge is not gold. The so called crookedest road, that is Lombard street is amusing. And they dined in Fisherman's Wharf. It was a fruitful trip except for the camera. My husband's cousin was clicking the camera in all those tourist spots they went to. But unfortunately, they discovered that the camera was not loaded with film... when they were back in Los Angeles.