If you’re going to San Francisco… Streets are steep. Hang on tight. (SF 2016)
City light bookstore. An ode to the Zapatistas.
Palace hotel. NO, we did not stay there and I hope it is not a “Tramp” hotel… If it is, pray tell and I will take the image down…
They say Jack London sailed on this beauty. (Just made it up) 🙂
“Black magic woman…” Carlos Santana, near Mission. (I may have posted some of those already. So be it)
“Paz, peace, learn, tolerance, no wars.” Fake news? According to some, this wall does not exist.
“Sometimes a door is just a door”. Sigmund Freud. What? He said a cigar? Same thing.
A not-so-well-known Picasso at the De Young Museum. One of many wonderful San Francisco tips by Jenny at Bulldog travels; check her latest great post:
Last stop: Mexico city. Bus on Embarcadero. 🙂 Didn’t make it up. No ma’am.
Cowgirl by Clarence Towers. I would have entitled it: “The American girl next door”. Photos were allowed, so what do you say? “All rights reserved”? As an aside, this picture would have been unthinkable fifty years ago. Progress may be slow, but we are getting there. Orange man notwithstanding.
“Only the universal matters.” Hannah Arendt. (Any idea why I say that here?)
Food is universal. 🙂 (Not why I said the above)
The hidden garden steps. A unique initiative by neighbours and artists, on 16th Avenue. It is a bit out of the way, but you can take a bus on Haight to the Golden Gate Park, nowhere near the bridge, visit the park, the De Young museum, and go to 16th avenue from there. There are several “motifs” on the stairs. Quite beautiful really. Names of the contributors are mentioned as you can see to the left.
Fernet-Branca. I can imagine my grandmother sipping a Fernet-Branca. In a crystal glass my dear.
“C’est une maison bleue, adossée à la colline…” (Maxime le Forestier). It is a blue house, on the slope of a hill…
For real. Didn’t stay there either. Why Ben-Hur appartments here in Frisco? Don’t know. Lewis Wallace was from Indiana. But I remember Ben-Hur as the first motion picture my mother took us to see in a theatre in Paris when I was… five or six?
No San Francisco stroll could be complete without THE bridge. “Sans” fog.
The flag flying proud in the San Francisco Bay, 2016.
Thank you for sailing on Equinoxio. This is a longer post than my unwriten rule allows: 20 pix in lieu of 15. But rules are made to be broken aren’t they? 😉
To my American friends: Go Vote… 🙂 The world is counting on you.