I won't add much more to
this third and final post about the Mission.
Only to say, what is the fascination of barbers' pictures? I once saw Alec Baldwin in one in NYC.
And is it telling us something about our economy and the world when the Pawn Shop window is full of carpenters' tools?
Celebrations go on, nonetheless, and 30% off is definitely something to celebrate.
Beauty doesn't cost so much, considering the pleasure it brings.
Here at
Lolo's, every day must be a party.
And since it IS San Francisco, the coffees are consumed, alongside the beers
to fuel whatever cyber-project is propelling you.
We're at 22nd St. and Valencia again
and between here and 20th St., bicycle shops in numbers,
South Indian vegetarian restaurants in pairs.
(This one is
Dosa - guess what they're serving?)
More colorful San Francisco.
The way you expect it to be.
And here. I don't know the name of this store, but if someone does, speak up.
A mesmerizing retail locale. Sort of like visiting your cool, bookish, not-the-una-bomber
uncle at his cabin in the woods.
The one who's kept all the old stuff he's ever owned, plus
welcomed any of anybody else's who's ever wanted to share with him.
He's got all those books you've always meant to read - or read again.
And lots a pretty old girlfriends who stop by in rubber boots with dainties (no, what I really mean are giant monster brownies, and scones bigger than your head) for nibbling..... and.... a glass of wine.
When it's time to leave, he follows you to the door, reciting Poe's "Raven" as you go........
And suddenly "POP" you are back on Valencia St. in the Mission. And it's time to pick up some pasta and head home. .............That, my dears, is my Mission in the Mission. Accomplished. It went too quick, didn't it?