Ah, San Francisco...the Mission district, where this superb women's building, wreathed in murals, is majestic in its triumphant celebration of women and creativity...where there are hundreds of gorgeous women -- Latina, black, white -- daily dancing, working, laughing, talking, crying; where poverty co-exists with the new geek loft apartments and matching exhorbitant rent; where only streets away, a homeless woman was murdered in a doorway days before I arrived; where cafe breakfasts are scrambled eggs mixed with blue corn tortilla; where I drank tequilla slammers in seedy bars watching glorious women dirty dance; where the Castro is mere blocks away; where days before, the Mexican population had descended ritually into the subways and emerged again to commemorate the Day of the Dead; where I wrote a message on part of the AIDS quilt for my friends who have died and for those who still suffer; where I watched the first episode of a new season of the X-Files months before my friends back home...
For close-ups of the women's building, click here.
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| (above) I was blown away by this honest-to-goodness All-American Diner...I'm sure it's just a chain exploiting the look rather than an original, but you never know...
(below) Friends from online...and you've got to love the caffeine molecule... |
(above) Of course, under the circumstances, a choc malted was obligatory. And taking a picture of it was too.
(below) I was there! Of course, sadly, the area is no longer what it was. There's a Gap store on the corner! Eeep! But someone did try to sell me a trip...but I was good...plane ride early the next morning... |
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