Places cindy4tom Wants to Go

This museum explores the history of the book, from scrolls to mass-produced objects through tools, stories, and massive cast-iron binding machinery (some of it operational).

The first fresco Diego Rivera painted in the United States can be found in the former San Francisco Stock Exchange.

Home of modern dancer famously strangled by her own scarf.

The largest whiskey stash on the West Coast survived the 1906 fires--but not without heroic effort.

The first AIDS memorial chapel in San Francisco and one of only a few in the U.S.

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

Recovered from the brink of extinction, at home in the Financial District.

A speck of nature and art in one of San Francisco’s most notorious neighborhoods.

Inside an old airplane hangar, friends and strangers alike play on a massive trampoline.

A historic hotel that made a cameo in Hitchcock's classic film has no intention of letting guests forget its fame.

The stones that traveled from Spain to eventually become a holy place for San Francisco's nature worshippers.

A still functioning vaudeville carousel that has operated for over a century boasts a colorful menagerie and past.

This concrete tangle of square pipes has stood as a proud thorn in the city's side since the '70s.

The oldest burial ground in the city, final resting place of city founders, Ohlone natives and murderers alike.

The tea room that pushed the boundaries of adorable straight into... we can't find the words.

Staircase winds down the side of Telegraph Hill through gardens, wild parrots flying overhead.

Its buzzing collection honors vibrator history.

Carnivorous plants, medieval aphrodisiacs, and the largest original wood structure glass conservatory in the western hemisphere.

In all of the 29 years it was in operation, no prisoners ever escaped successfully... or so they claim.

Bring your own cardboard to the slippery slopes of concrete hidden in a neighborhood park.

An urban laboratory.

This rustic cabin, outfitted with gun slits, was once home to John D. Tewksbury, patriarch of the bloodiest family feud in American history.

Once a year, at exactly 11:11 a.m., this monument comes to life.

A geological mystery on Camelback Mountain.