I always think of Hitchcock's Vertigo when i take a shot like this around North Beach -- the way the streets sweep from Telegraph Hill to Russian Hilll, the chiaroscuro, light and fog. But these classic compositions in such a lovely place are always tinged with the whiff of legends.
There are times when a person might disappear without a trace. A man could be Shanghai'd, slipped a mickey. A woman might find herself dancing for dollars on Broadway when she once thought the city was her pearl. "Or was it oyster?" she'd say out loud. But then clam up once the music started.
Sure is a pretty town on a day like this.