If you had asked me a few weeks ago, how I felt about San Francisco, I would probably have given a mixed answer. It has been a long time since my last visit for recreational purposes – in fact 2018 is the last time I went and showed the town to my sister and her family. I remember we had a nice dinner in an Italian family restaurant and hit all the important sights visitors touch during a short stay. In the years that followed though, my trips were centered around a conference held at the Moscone center and a stay at the Marriott hotel nearby. That meant practically speaking a train ride from the airport to Market Street and otherwise walks to and from the exhibition center, strolls along Market Street and perhaps a run down to the ferry terminal and along the waterfront and piers. This area happened to be also the area with a significant homeless population and the miff of Mariuhana and other unpleasant smells despite extended efforts to wash walkways and courtyards regularly. An increasingly deserted downtown in conjunction with Covid, several stores closed and others heavily secured with limited entry for theft control and undesired solicitation for money. As time went on, I started to connect San Francisco with these reoccurring impressions. This week I had another business-related trip to the town, but on this occasion, there was extra time to explore the city along different streets and in different neighborhoods, even though I stayed close to where I used to stay. While I did have the impression that there were generally less homeless folks on the street, I foremost rediscovered the other side of the town, people rushing to work with their coffees, runners crisscrossing the neighborhoods, a girl dancing with her earphones while arranging clothing in the store that she was working in, another girl discussing her glass painting advertising project for a burger place with the store owner, people of all walks working or talking to their friends in coffee shops, many interesting buildings with a wide range of architectural styles, little parks tucked in between high rises, the glass mural in the Masonic temple, steep streets with heavily tilted parked vehicles and many more surprises – a lively and diverse town with interesting things to discover around every street corner. And that is how I remember it from earlier visits, along with Ghirardelli chocolate (one of my favorites), bars with music, museums and art – avantgarde and classical. My love for San Francisco was restored.