I was trying to find Mrs Madrigal's steps - the wooden ones she chained herself too in one of Armistead Maupin's stories. We found Macondray Lane aka Barbary Lane, between the houses, with little ponds and palm trees and lush undergrowth and glimpses of the bay beyond.
Sampled a brief tram ride, walked down the crazy z-bended Lombardy Street and gazed into the loveliest community garden. This is a nice part of town!
