Two weekends ago, San Francisco's migrating street party known as Sunday Streets found itself a warm spot right smack in the middle of the city's Tenderloin neighborhood. It was, as always, as much a celebration of human-on-human contact as it was human-on-bubbles.
Small ones...
and large ones...
With about 20 city blocks closed to automobile traffic, from Grove to O'Farrell and Larkin to Jones Streets, it was the usual large, temporary, public space affording people to bike, walk, run, dance, and have fun in the middle of the street in unlimited ways.
There was, of course, lots of music...
scooting...
face painting...
a round of asphalt Jenga...
and even a game of street hoops...
And yet, what makes this traveling road show so unique in a place like San Francisco is that whatever neighborhood plays host to the festivities is sure to bare its distinctive soul.
For example, there is no other hood that brings out the kind of low rider pride as the Mission does...
and you're most likely to run into these guys at an Embarcadero Sunday Streets.
The Tenderloin has its own unique story and character. Follow me below the fold for a few more impressions of this storied SF neighborhood as it unfolded out in the open streets on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
