Just going to see the America’s Cup event yesterday was a full event. If I pause to think of all the layers and parallel lives occurring simultaneously, I marvel that large cities can function at all. Where Market Street meets the Embarcadero the best dressed and the worst dressed are side by side. The homeless, the occupiers, who at first glance look homeless. It took me a moment to understand why the Federal Reserve was blockaded. Gabriel Angelo looking natty hoping for fame.A few blocks down the America’s Cup teams have a staging area where the real work is done. Marina Green is for show. The teams spend as little time as possible there. I have the sense that at the Green they really do feel like circus performers and they are not so sure they like the thought.
Then of course the weather in San Francisco changes the landscape at every moment of the day.
Is the guy in “take my picture” the one who always gives the spiel about how he isn’t going to lie to you and say he wants the money for a sandwich, he really wants it for a drink? That guy was on lower Market for years and was hysterical, if also a pain in the butt with his persistence. 🙂