I took the ferry to one of the most, no, I dare say THE most famous prison island in the Bay Area. Alcatraz (meaning seabirds in spanish) was the destination, and it was interesting. The prison didn’t look that horrid to me, but mind you, I’ve seen Robben Island.
After the audioguided tour and the birdwatching I took to the streets of San Francisco, some of which are steeper than others, and some of which are trafficed by century-old cable cars, some of which had me hanging on the side.
