I have one more day to explore this diverse and very caprice city fading out of fog from time to time to show its beauty and falling back again into white thick mystery.
Summer feels cold here. But it seems nobody minds, human flesh is still exposed in skirts and T-shirts, leaving me bewildered shivering in 4 layers...
It feels so different everywhere you go... Financial district comforting cradle for ambitious souls, lean figures clutching coffee cups, hurrying to make an extra million...
there is an interesting juxtaposition of Chinese district - busy and overcrowded... noise, food smells, people ... smaller aspirations, harder work...It's a place for all pockets, with houses overseeing the bay and Golden Gate Bridge where you could fit the whole Icelandic nation to narrow but still proud houses, erect and wearing unique color... rows and whole districts of those add to the impression of city as a Christmas tree with colorful garlands of houses and spangle of Golden Gate and Bay...
Freedom... it shows here quite a lot in most unexpected corners... bum making a show behind the bushes (surprising is - people stop to watch), unpredictable clothes choice - just take subway to get lessons of fashion... people talking to you all of a sudden, people talking to themselves or not talking when you ask...
It's a place with ideas, most of them quite mediocre, but some make you stop in awe for intricate work of human mind.
It's like a person... which you tend to admire most of the time... but then you discover parts that you'd rather not have seen(Richmond and Dolores)... you learn to like the whole character though, excusing deviations from perfectness...
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