One thing I love about the hills is that they grace every part of Oakland, even the plainest, most utilitarian parts of town, like Peralta Street. You don’t have to be riding BART or high on a freeway or in a park to enjoy the hills, just out and about.
And those parts of town, in turn, don’t hold back. They get in your face and don’t pretend to be someplace else.
Those parts of town help keep me honest. I recommend them.