Places 3toe Wants to Go

A quiet marker in memory of local men and women lost in WWI.

The oldest lawn bowling club in the United States.

A century and a half of research in the sciences and natural history, still going strong.

The neighborhood church casts a breast-shaped shadow that locals have come to call the “two o’clock titty.”

Deco Modern sculptures of the people of the Pacific, cast for the 1939 Golden Gate International Exposition.

One time home to turn of the century explosives, now hidden under the Bay Bridge.

The second building of its name to occupy this location might be the finest flatiron building in San Francisco.

These WWII-era murals were initially booed as a libelous portrayal of the American dream but have survived multiple attempts to have them destroyed.

Masterful ceramic fountain and map of the Pacific Basin.

Shoot for par over the bodies of the dead on this cemetery-cum-golf course.

Only hotel where you can legally launder money.

Created in 1972, the famous sculptor's intricately detailed monument to San Francisco is overflowing with city landmarks.

A shining, cold, black organ lies in San Francisco's financial district.

Noble beasts perhaps, but not the Emperor's dogs.

A monumental cross hides in the trees in Golden Gate Park.

An art supply shop holds the secrets of this quiet neighborhood's raucous Barbary Coast past.

A miniature view of the park, caught in time.

Faceless white figures loom over the city from the rooftop.

A masterpiece in Golden Gate Park by virtue of the artist’s debt.

The key to turning shifting dunes into the green oasis of Golden Gate Park.

A pair of mutilated bronze octopuses slump at the base of the monument honoring California's admission to the U.S.

Forgotten and then destroyed by fire, this was once one of the largest saltwater swimming pools in the world.

A brooding mansion of clinker brick stands out among the Victorian houses of Pacific Heights.

Radioactivity still cause for concern at this urban explorer's paradise.