Went to North Beach on the bus and to the City Lights bookshop. Founded in the mid 50s by the poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti – who appears to be still alive at the age of 100. (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lawrence_Ferlinghetti). Hangout of Jack Kerouac et al, inventing the Beat Generation as they went along. Site of the first performance of Allen Ginsberg’s Howl (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49303/howl) which livened up both the poetry world and the censor’s office.

Passing both Italian and Chinese cafes and markets – as well as The Stinking Rose restaurant where they serve garlic with everything – I walked up to the top of Russian Hill then got the bus to the Embarcadero. Walked miles. Still many sad homeless people as well as the financial masters of the universe, the entitled gilded youth and tourists. Lots of tourists. Not many photos I’m afraid. The American Eagle was outside a 1930s Post Office building.