Classic San Francisco
Ride the Powell cable car down to Fisherman's Wharf and eat clam chowder from a sourdough bowl. Book the ferry to Alcatraz, then stroll back through North Beach and Chinatown for dinner.
San Francisco crams onto the tip of a peninsula: 40-odd steep hills, pastel Victorian houses and a silvery fog the locals fondly call Karl. Cable cars clang uphill, the Golden Gate Bridge rises out of the mist, and every neighbourhood speaks a different culinary language.
It's a compact, cosmopolitan city where counterculture meets tech — from the rainbow of the Castro to the murals of the Mission and the fog rolling in off the ocean. Redwoods, vineyards and the wild Pacific coast are all just a short drive away.
Ride the Powell cable car down to Fisherman's Wharf and eat clam chowder from a sourdough bowl. Book the ferry to Alcatraz, then stroll back through North Beach and Chinatown for dinner.
Cycle or walk across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito, or drive to the Marin Headlands for the postcard view. Spend the afternoon in Golden Gate Park with its museums and botanical garden.
Have breakfast in the Mission among its murals, then swing through the Castro and Haight-Ashbury. In the afternoon, drive across the bridge to Muir Woods to walk among ancient coast redwoods.
The world-famous vermilion suspension bridge sweeping through the fog across the bay, linking the city to the Marin Headlands. Walk or cycle out to the middle, or come to Battery Spencer at sunset for the most iconic view.
The infamous former maximum-security prison on a rocky island in the middle of the bay, once home to Al Capone. Take the ferry from Pier 33 and follow the gripping audio tour narrated by real inmates and guards — book weeks ahead.
The oldest and one of the largest Chinatowns in North America, entered through the green-tiled Dragon Gate on Grant Avenue. Wander alleys strung with red lanterns, tea houses and dim sum parlours, and find the tiny fortune-cookie factory.
The world's last manually operated cable cars, clanking up the city's steep hills since 1873. Grab a spot hanging off the running board of the Powell–Hyde line for the most dramatic plunge down toward the bay.
A grand old ferry terminal on the Embarcadero, now a gourmet food hall beneath its clock tower. Come for the Saturday farmers' market to graze on oysters, sourdough and Blue Bottle coffee with the Bay Bridge in view.
An ancient grove of towering coast redwoods in a hushed valley just north of the Golden Gate Bridge. Walk the boardwalk trails beneath trees over 75 metres tall — a day trip for which you must reserve a timed entry and parking in advance.
The sunniest, liveliest district, packed with murals, taquerías and buzzy cafés. Come for the best burrito of your life, street art in Balmy Alley and a cool crowd well into the night.
The city's Italian heart and cradle of the Beat generation, with espresso bars, the City Lights bookstore and Coit Tower on the hill above. Great for long dinners and a glass of wine on Washington Square.
Birthplace of 1967's Summer of Love, still colourful and eccentric, with vintage shops and record stores. Handy as a gateway to the vast green Golden Gate Park next door.
The historic heart of the LGBTQ+ movement, draped in rainbow flags and home to the grand old Castro Theatre. Best for nightlife, history and an easygoing, welcoming mood.
The city's iconic tangy loaf, baked from a wild yeast culture that's been around since the Gold Rush. Have a bowl of clam chowder served in a hollowed-out loaf down at Fisherman's Wharf.
A hefty, foil-wrapped burrito loaded with rice, beans, guacamole and meat, invented in the taquerías of the Mission. Order it 'super' and eat it while it's warm.
A hearty fish and seafood stew in a tomato and white-wine broth, invented by Italian immigrants on Fisherman's Wharf. Tuck a napkin in and dunk sourdough bread into it.
Steaming baskets of dumplings, bao and chicken feet, wheeled around on carts through the bustling halls of Chinatown. Come hungry for weekend brunch and just point at whatever rolls past.
September and October are the sweet spot: the summer fog lifts and the city enjoys its warmest, clearest days. Spring is crisp and blooming, while summer, despite its reputation, is often grey and windy — always pack a jacket whenever you come.
San Francisco is compact and walkable, though the hills will test your calves. Cable cars, historic streetcars, Muni buses and the BART train cover the city well, and you'll want a car only for day trips out to the redwoods or wine country.
A realistic daily budget per person, in three styles.
San Francisco is known for its high cost of living.