California Street

Heading eastward on California Street, I enter Nob Hill; the highest point of California Street. This is where San Francisco’s early millionaires, the gold rush and railroad tycoons, built their mansions. Back then, they were called nabobs. It is slang for wealthy men, which gave Nob Hill its name. The historic cable car takes passengers, from the bottom of California and Market to the top of Nob Hill. Most tourists would take this archaic mode of transportation. No locals with their right mind would pay $5 and wait for over 60 minutes to hop onto this crowded cart, and travel up the hill at a measly 9.5 mph.

Nob Hill has a great dancing place. Top of the Mark at the Intercontinental Mark Hopkins hotel hosts big band Swing and Blues ensembles. Here, dancing is not the only thing that takes your breath away. Panoramic view of the city from the dance floor makes this place as one of the most romantic places to bring significant other. The assortment of desserts; Thai Tea Crème Brûlée, Austrian Apple Mousse, and Caribbean Coconut Rum Charlotte with Baileys, are deliciously decadent. The doorman would greet you warmly at the front lobby as if you had lived there since you were 5.

One night, the valet parked my car just outside the lobby in between a glacier white Bentley Continental GT and a grigio touring Maserati Quattroporte. The S4 sporty grill, the bold hood line, the gentle curve of the Avant roof, the discreetly rising shoulder line, and the flared wheel arches make up a powerful, dynamic, and elegant stance, even when the car stood still. The reflection of lobby entrance lights on the Klasse-treated brilliant black paint glittered glamorously. The elegant, the sportiness, and the practicality are found in one package. Only a few can pull such ravishing alchemy.

California Street

Heading eastward on California Street, I enter Nob Hill; the highest point of California Street. This is where San Francisco’s early millionaires, the gold rush and railroad tycoons, built their mansions. Back then, they were called nabobs. It is slang for wealthy men, which gave Nob Hill its name. The historic cable car takes passengers, from the bottom of California and Market to the top of Nob Hill. Most tourists would take this archaic mode of transportation. No locals with their right mind would pay $5 and wait for over 60 minutes to hop onto this crowded cart, and travel up the hill at a measly 9.5 mph.

Nob Hill has a great dancing place. Top of the Mark at the Intercontinental Mark Hopkins hotel hosts big band Swing and Blues ensembles. Here, dancing is not the only thing that takes your breath away. Panoramic view of the city from the dance floor makes this place as one of the most romantic places to bring significant other. The assortment of desserts; Thai Tea Crème Brûlée, Austrian Apple Mousse, and Caribbean Coconut Rum Charlotte with Baileys, are deliciously decadent. The doorman would greet you warmly at the front lobby as if you had lived there since you were 5.

One night, the valet parked my car just outside the lobby in between a glacier white Bentley Continental GT and a grigio touring Maserati Quattroporte. The S4 sporty grill, the bold hood line, the gentle curve of the Avant roof, the discreetly rising shoulder line, and the flared wheel arches make up a powerful, dynamic, and elegant stance, even when the car stood still. The reflection of lobby entrance lights on the Klasse-treated brilliant black paint glittered glamorously. The elegant, the sportiness, and the practicality are found in one package. Only a few can pull such ravishing alchemy.