Places White Rat Wants to Go

One of few lasting examples of the brief octagon craze that developed into folly.

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

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

The giant pair of sexy legs sticking out the window of this costume store have become its main draw.

Not merely a museum – but a whirring powerhouse that offers a subterranean peek into the heart and soul of cable car operations.

A shop full of natural curiosities, carnivorous plants, and costumed taxidermied mice.

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

A favorite haunt of dinosaur loving children and hallucinogen loving hippies alike.

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

Its buzzing collection honors vibrator history.

There is no trying to fall in love with this Star Wars fountain, you just do or do not.

A tiny theater hidden in an alley plays a constant stream of short silent films for anyone willing to peer through the peephole.