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Golden Gate Park
Golden Gate Park was only a few minutes walk from my old place on Waller Street. So I was able to visit this delightful man-made oasis very frequently, sometimes three times a week, after work. If I wasn't walking down Haight Street, past The People's Café, I'd stroll down Waller Street and gaze at the artwork on wheels that would invariably be parked on the few blocks between my Victorian flat and the east entrance to the park.
The gem of the park (or at least one of the gems) is the Conservatory of Flowers, a botanical garden all the more interesting for its urban setting. (The CoF is currently closed, a victim of the El Niño storms of 1997.)
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