San Francisco -- Part 2
Back in Burlingame and still nursing a fever, I'm
still crazy enough to not want to waste my last day in California. The
train to SF looked quite ominous in the distance...
Downtown SF on Market waiting for a streetcar to
take me to Castro. This one, unfortunately, is going the wrong way...
...and disappears into the distance.
Where then, you may ask, are the Castro pictures?
Let me tell you son. If it's pictures of weirdly-dressed people, sex
toys, and bondage gear that you're looking for, I've got that back home.
Instead, let me tell you about this random person who caught my eye
sitting across the aisle in the Muni. She was adjusting her makeup and I
zoomed in, surreptiously. She then settled back, waiting for her stop,
giving me time to compose...
...this shot. I love this picture. I wish I could
find a word that encapsulates all that's written on her face. And
then...
She left. She got off at the Embarcadero and
walked out of my life forever and has no idea that a print of a picture
stolen on the subway now forms part of a work of art that Kate has put
together. Isn't life strange and wonderful?
Byron picked up my 'flu. He looks pretty wrecked
because he is. I had gotten back to Burlingame and was regaling him with
my tale of stolen pictures on subways when...
Ralf arrived... Between us, we devoured Byron's
cheese-free pizza (which was actually surprisingly nice) and then
headed off for an espresso at the Starbucks down the road.
I was pissed off at the wooden coffee stirrers in
lieu of teaspoons. Not surprisingly, the picture has a French-coffee-shop
feel to it. I insisted that we go in search of grappa...
...which we found at an Italian restaurant. And
very good it was too. Byron and I thought that this was one of life's
niceties -- you have a craving for something and are able to find it in
a remote part of the world.
I was in mid-sneeze while packing the following
morning when Byron shot this pic with his regular point-and-shoot (which
he later scanned and emailed to me). Don't ask. I mean, even Superman
wears his underwear on the outside...
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