Hollowed-out book (Swann's Way by Marcel Proust) that I used as a geocache. Not like I was ever going to read that thing.
Inside of the Hearst Mining and Metallurgy Building. Reminds me of a train station.
Art in the architecture building's courtyard.
Pastries intended not for the mere mortal.
The De Young museum at night. The whole park was very still and pleasant.