Why I love Nob Hill

San Francisco: a city of sirens and foghorns; cable cars and church bells. Few places take it all in more than the summit of Nob Hill. Hillsides, towers, incoming fog banks, hidden parks, history, technicolor apartment buildings changing from block to block like ribbons of film alongside each other — Nob Hill may frown at some of San Francisco’s edgier traits, but it contains many of its best. <img alt="" src="https://miro.medium.com/v2/resize:fit:1000/1*RHcBwHLvxQUInGen3mluzQ.png" style="height:620px; width:1000px" /> All photos by M. T. Eley for The Bold Italic. Saying you live here is risky. Years ago, zealous real estate agents updated northern parts of the Tenderloin to Lower Nob Hill; today, if you claim residency, a True Nob will appear out of the fog and say their address is higher up the hill, and you will lose. My belief is that if you can hear the cable cars of the California Street line, you are certainly not in Lower Nob Hill, and this redeems much of Bush Street. It is a standard I will maintain until we can afford to move north three blocks. <a href="https://thebolditalic.com/why-i-love-nob-hill-9b96b1b626cb">Read More</a>