I ran into Karla Mi Lugo again, riding the same bike but with a different accordion slung on her back. And she was accompanied by a jovial shirtless man in a golden boot.
He reminds me of Diego Forlan (kinda).
The everyday occurrence of happy folks like these two on our streets simply makes me happy to be here. What's great about SF is that happy people flock to the streets all the time, reclaiming the streets for the community. Want more evidence? Check out this awesome slideshow from Grist of what happens here, and why you should come visit.
Give it up for San Francisco.
I love my people.