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Chinatown etc.

We went down to Powell street today and walked around a bit. Powell street is basically indistinguishable from other major metropolitan shopping districts: a smattering a locally owned businesses in between instances of corporate stores like H&M, ALDO, or URBAN OUTFITTERS. I walked up and down Nob Hill to Chinatown and then back; it felt good to use my legs.

Cable cars run from Powell street to Fisherman’s Wharf, and Chinatown is about midway between them. The cars look like relics from the 20s, as they are supposed to. The city keeps them as they are it seems so they can charge an inordinate amount of money for a one way ticket — the thrill of riding a historic trolley car is supposed to make up for overpaying. But when the priggish conductor starts yowling for you to fill in all the standing space you start to wonder if you have been duped.

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  1. the thing that i found strange about san fran was the fact that the rich and poor are so close and how the poor seemed not to be seen, i thought that i was in some third world megalopolis. wandering the embarcadero i found an open encampment. at the other end of market street homeless waiting for supper. in golden gate park possessions hidden in the brush. all of this within sight of the multinational shops. i am not sure whether i am appalled that people seem to not see them or relieved that they are not pushed out of the richer areas.

    while i stayed in the area, i raced out - taking the muni - to the area south of golden gate park and over to the castro - after paying homage at city lights.

  2. I need to write about our trip to City Lights: it was interesting, on account of my stupidity.

    Yea, it is weird: poverty is very visible here in San Fran, and it is juxtaposed with stunning wealth.

    PV and her mumsie were looking for your bakery on Judah today but we couldn’t find it.



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