Mary Poppins is homeless, too? Well, maybe not homeless, but certainly desperate…she can’t even carry a tune any more. Hard times for everyone, I guess. Or maybe that’s Julie Andrews…or a cross between the two. Whatever, it’s still another Fi-Di treat to delight tourists and rush-hour drones, alike. I am so stoked…let it go, let it go, let it go!
One of the lovely scenes bestowed upon strollers of San Francisco’s amazing financial District, a.k.a. “Fi-Di.” Which reminds me of one of SF’s most horrible mayors, who brought Manhattanization to this once-fair city: Dianne Feinstein…”Di-Fi.” BTW, her husband is a notorious SF slumlord.
Ah, yes, the sweet, sultry music of a transient musician that graces one’s ears while standing amid a throng of office workers, janitors and other assorted boot lickers scurrying off to their lonely, high rent cells to spend another evening of despair, isolation and cheap to-go dinners. See how the musician locks onto my eyes, once he notices me filming him…a standard, streetwise gimmick to guilt passersby into tossing some bills into the cup…or hat, or tin can, or wilted cardboard box.