San Francisco, the pearl of the Pacific

This picture captures what it was like (pre covid) to step outside the building after work and walk to Market Street to catch Muni. Night time was a stark contrast from the bustling streets of lunch hour. It was many years ago, but on a windswept rainy night I was soaked all the way through, my glasses were fogged up and I was freezing. A bus stopped across Market Street from me and its driver yelled, “I see you. We’re short tonight. But I’ll pick you up on my return.” She made me feel super. What a city!