24 Hours in San Francisco

I think of San Francisco as a place where things, both good and bad, end up. Hopes, dreams, midwesterners, poverty, people with a flair for social justice, ships, fog, centuries of immigrants, diverse culinary traditions, etc. Everything is packed into this postage stamp of hilly land where nothing makes sense. The city is chaos.

In keeping with the general theme of my life--improbability--I like to end up in places where I don't really belong. I can't tell how anything else in San Francisco belongs in San Francisco, so I like it there. I visit about once a year, and I had the opportunity to drop in on the city this past week.

I chose 50 or so images from a day of riding buses around the city on a borrowed Muni pass. Please have a look below, and note that there are photos of more than just taxis. More information about each photo is available from my Flickr account, which you can access by clicking on any photo below.

Rock on.

Mission Pigeons

San Francisco.

Hanjin Malta

Shot from the Golden Gate Bridge, August 28.

Which ethnic food caused the poisoning?

Consumed in 24 hours:

1. Vietnamese BBQ, North Beach-ish.
2. Dim Sum feat. chicken feet in Chinatown.
   
3. Zucchini pupusa! (much better than pork pupusa) in the Mission.
4. Berkeley vegetarian wasabi noodles.
5. Most of the above.