Golden Gate Park, San Francisco, California (Google Maps ⧉, OpenStreetMap ⧉)

"They passed Golden Gate Park. Traffic was light; the Ferrari was moving fast, weaving among the cars."

"Ted had casually invited me to a family picnic, the annual clan reunion held by the polo fields in Golden Gate Park."

"A few days later Tyra called me and we made a plan to go to Golden Gate Park on a Sunday, to the bridge, where people roller‐skate and hang out."

"“On Tenth Avenue at Moraga, where I had lived with my mother when I was a kid, you could see Golden Gate Park, then the Presidio, the matte red points of the Golden Gate Bridge…”"