The beauty of San Francisco

Then I met San Francisco, an enigma wrapped in a mestizo beauty, a mystery waiting in every corner and one does not expect to solve; is simply satisfied with being part of it. Beyond the "Golden Gate" with its imposing reddish skeleton, the endearing progress of the trams, like the tangible presence of the past in our day, or the steep streets that point to the sun, extends a landscape that is not perceive with the eyes. It is in the contrasts, in the sudden changes in addition, in the freedom to merge with a culture as open as the sea that bathes the bay.