Day 9, Part 2: San Francisco

Arrival in San Francisco, driving over the Golden Gate, the fog is so thick there's simply no visibility at all. People at the vista point staring off into the mist into... nothing. Yet there's something magical about this place. Coming into the city, overlooking each of the bays to the right of the highway as the sun comes down to rest, a recurring theme repeats itself in my mind's eye... Is this our time's modern Rome? Perfect little islands set amidst baby blue waters? Armies of little white boats floating in the bay? A picture out of a museum right off a major state highway. Is this a city at all or just some beautiful scene from straight out some museum I've yet to visit...