The highest point in New Orleans is often erroneously cited as a tiny mound called Monkey Hill. As far as 30-foot hills go, it's carved out an impressive lot of real estate in the local lore. In reality, the highest point is a different tiny mound—43 feet above sea level—in the Couturie Forest section of City Park. It's called Laborde Mountain.
So you can imagine my shock upon arriving in San Francisco. I was huffing and puffing up the hills! Lion Kinging above the bay and the bridges! Some of the hills even had steps built into them. The only thing keeping me climbing was the hope that once I got to the top, I could roll into a ball and somersault down the other side.
I followed directions in the park.
I got a whole bunch of postcards and treats and had a great time exploring the city.
I have to also give a shoutout to Oakland and Berkley, and of course the most wonderful breakfast place of all time (with two locations)--Timeless Coffee! I also went to bookstores, toy stores, and basically every kind of store.
Written by me, Starry, from It's Me, Sesame!