In the heart of San Francisco is a place so serene that you can't hear the honking of car horns or the ringing of cellphones or the chatter of daily life.
Fortunately, it persists, and you can hike to the top of Mount Sutro and sit on the benches to rest, staring at the sprawling city.
It's almost strange this place exists dead in the center of a metropolis. The air smells of fresh dew, and branches whip, crack and snap from the wind.
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