The legendary statue-hating superintendent of Golden Gate Park is honored with... a statue.

A huge musical instrument played by the ocean.

A living time capsule of the 1960s Richardson Bay water-front.

The grand, column-fronted, sculpture-adorned home of the ambitious digital library.

Built from one couple’s vast personal collection, this free museum showcases a century’s worth of state-sponsored agitprop.

The last remaining relic of San Francisco's glittering 1915 Panama Pacific Exposition.

Inside this museum, the history of the Walt Disney Family empire is on full display.

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

This grinning pup statue is all that's left of what was once a ubiquitous Bay Area diner chain.

Engraved in stone here are the signatures of everyone who signed the Declaration of Independence.

Frank Lloyd Wright died a year before construction on his largest public project even began.

Massive prehistoric mammals used these stones as oversized scratching posts.

A poignant memorial to a young boy whose death spurred a dramatic increase in organ donations in Italy—dubbed the "Nicholas Effect."

Built by the inventor of the radio, this abandoned hotel has housed early radio employees, military men, and a dangerous cult.

'Cause the fence start shaking, the earth was quaking.

A working model of the entire San Francisco Bay and much of the Sacramento River Delta, complete with regular tides that change every 14 minutes.

This infamous prison has a store where you can buy goods crafted by incarcerated people.

George Lucas donated this park to honor the birthplace of his two biggest movie franchises.

At night, a grove of towering redwood trees growing through the pavement block out all light from the so-called “Dark Park” of Madrone Avenue.

Of all the origin stories for weed's secret code, this one likely has the goods.

Alleyway plaque commemorating the death of a fictional character in The Maltese Falcon, not far from the author's home.

The last used bookstore in Downtown San Francisco is one of the smallest bookstores just about anywhere.

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

Faceless white figures loom over the city from the rooftop.