Lunch was consumed and the trash was carefully deposited in a covered bin, as several pigeons gazed hungrily. Not today, boys, our city is named for him but I'm not Saint Francis. I strolled past the vendor stalls in the middle of the square and headed down Stockton. Lured by the signs that promised hundreds of CD's and DVD's on sale for $10, I stopped at Virgin Records. There wasn't anything that had to be added to the collection, so after 15 minutes I exited back to Market, then on to Embarcadero Center. Just another afternoon in the hip city.
Per Jay Nordlinger, columnist for the National Review:
A visit to San Francisco last week confirmed for me that this is, indeed, the most beautiful city in America. (I have not visited them all — Seattle, for example — but most of them, I believe.) Rarely throughout the world is the eye so enchanted.