Things to do in Berkeley

Really enjoyed visiting Alcatraz Island! The ferry ride over had great views of San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge. The self-guided cellhouse tour was very interesting, especially hearing the stories about the prison and its former inmates. The whole experience was well organized and definitely worth visiting if you’re in San Francisco. Highly recommended!

Fisherman's Wharf was bustling and a bit chaotic. Sea lions lay sprawled on wooden planks, howling, their fishy smell wafting from afar. Bowls of clam chowder were piping hot, served while street performers sipped. Crab stalls lined the streets, piles of red shells high; you'd crack open a claw and pop a crab into your mouth, your fingers smeared with butter. A rickshaw clanged past, tourists craning their necks to watch—nothing particularly special, just a lively, down-to-earth atmosphere.

Great and relaxing tour. Regular bus. Roof is cool. Recommend

As I stepped into this mountain forest, it felt as if the whole world had fallen silent. There was no hustle and bustle, no clamor of voices, only the gentle rustling of the wind through the treetops and the soft murmur of a distant stream. The winding path, paved with bluestone and earth, was flanked by lush vegetation, layers upon layers of green, as if nature had meticulously painted it with the finest brushstrokes. The air was filled with a moist freshness; a deep breath felt as if my very lungs were being cleansed. Occasionally, a dewdrop would slide from the tip of a leaf, dripping onto a stone with a soft sound, like the heartbeat of the mountain. Squirrels leaped among the branches, birds flitted through the woods, neither avoiding nor disturbing people, as if they had long been accustomed to coexisting with travelers. I walked slowly along the path, the soft rustling of fallen leaves under my feet like the whispers of the mountains. Upon reaching the summit, the view opened up dramatically: mountains like dark ink paintings, a sea of ​​clouds surging, as if heaven and earth had opened their arms to me at that moment. Standing in the wind, I suddenly realized that life doesn't always have to be a chase. Sometimes, simply stopping, looking at the mountains, and listening to the wind is enough to rediscover oneself. It turns out that the deepest insights often lie hidden in the quietest moments. This mountain never displays its ruggedness, but embraces every visitor with its gentle warmth. In spring, new buds sprout, their tender greenness like the earth just awakening; in summer, dense shade and cool breezes create a natural retreat from the heat; in autumn, the forests are ablaze with color, a vibrant tapestry of hues, like an overturned palette; in winter, it is draped in silver, serene and profound, revealing its inherent strength. Through the changing seasons, it steadfastly and calmly enacts the cycle of life. I once strolled after a rain shower, the air filled with the fragrance of earth and grass, the soft rustling of fallen leaves underfoot like the mountain's whisper. The stream meandered among the rocks, crystal clear, occasionally teeming with small, lively fish. The pavilions scattered among the mountains blend seamlessly with the scenery, appearing as if they were part of nature itself. Leaning against the railing, I gazed into the distance, watching the clouds drift and the sky unfold, and my heart opened up. In that moment, I suddenly understood that true beauty is never deliberately crafted, but rather flows naturally, like water finding its own path. It turns out that the distant place we seek has always been right beside us, waiting only for a heart willing to discover it.

虽然整体面积不算很大，但风景如画很有看头。整体是古罗马废墟风格，为万国博览会所建，后期改造使用延续至今，除了罗马式建筑，罗马柱可看，还可有一处喷泉池，很多很美的花花和绿植，世界各地的游客面孔。适合拍照打卡，随处都是景

iconic landmark in San Francisco. there’s a beach nearby , a nice place to soak up some sun.

It's nice to walk around here. You can see all the beautiful buildings and see the iconic tram pass by.

San Francisco's Chinatown is the largest gathering place for Chinese in the United States. It is also a historical witness of the early Chinese coolies going to the United States to seek gold. Now it has gradually developed into the largest Chinatown in the western United States. Flushing in New York is also the largest Chinese Chinatown.

Came here on September 24, 2017. Climbing cars are a type of urban transportation popular in the first half of the 20th century. Today, they have disappeared in most cities in China. In San Francisco, this ancient means of transportation is naturally preserved, and it is preserved in the city center. There is a section of Climbing car track on Powell Street near Union Square, which is still in normal operation, but it is almost a tourist project. This old-fashioned Climbing car is open. If you are brave enough, you can experience the "open plug-in" way of riding and speeding on the streets in downtown San Francisco. Moreover, Powell Street is a sloping road, and riding a Climbing car is quite exciting. Climbing cars are very popular. You have to queue up to ride them, and you have to wait for a long time. If you don't want to spend time, you can also take some tourist photos on the empty cars parked nearby.

The view from up there must be beautiful. The drive is not long, so I recommend it. However, for me personally, it is not a must. It is very windy up there. A lot of people try to take a lot of pictures, so it is not a quiet place to sit and enjoy the view. I prefer the sea view from the hotel room. We could see the Golden Gate Bridge and Coit Tower. Although only seeing part of the city up close, it was more magical for me.