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SAN FRANCISCO

SF is a beautiful city, the first time I remember seeing it was in a film with my dad, Steve McQueen driving like a mad man up and down all the sloping streets in the 1968 classic Bullitt. 

The bay is so vast you can feel the wind getting sucked out to the Pacific, the views from the boat on route to Alcatraz were spectacular. On the island you can feel how isolated the prison was from the mainland, walking through the yard listening to the seagulls and wind whistling amongst eery silences and the horns of tankers in the distance.