Freedom, peace love and happiness

Today we made our way to Castro St, a famous gay area. After trying to buy a coke in a bar of tired queens, we made our way along the street. Reminded me of Oxford street with a slightly more village feel but felt the history of Harvey Milk there. We then took the bus to Haight Ashbury. We were going to walk through the Golden Gate Park but at the sight of a large number of homelss people and their dogs, with the Police patrolling through the middle of them, we decided to walk through the town instead. We are at a loss to understand why there are so many homelss people in SF along with why so many of these seem unwell and still on the streets. Very sad indeed. The locals were certainly living the (hippie) dream, many dreadlocks, rainbow clothes and unusual people were to be found. We had lunch in an Irish pub with window seats, watching the world pass by (one of our fav pastimes). Dira chatted with Bill, a homeless man selling newspapers like the Big Issue. He had been homeless for 10 years but was a lively character. We then took the fabulous tram to the Ferry Building for dinner. Amazingly there was hardly any wind, unlike the night before where we were nearly blown back to Boston!