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@graylineofsanfrancisco: The San Francisco Italian Heritage Festival is the nation’s oldest Italian heritage parade, returning on Sunday, October 11 at 12:30 pm in San Francisco’s North Beach neighborhood. 🇮🇹 The route begins at Fisherman’s Wharf and moves south through the historic Italian-American district, featuring floats, music, and dignitaries. 📝 Save this event for your next San Francisco adventure! #sanfrancisco #sf #italianheritage

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