A couple of Sundays ago I took a bike ride around San Francisco and was both moved and disappointed by what I saw. San Francisco is certainly a city that contains multitudes.
One of the things that I was disappointed by was that a couple of blocks from my house I noticed that the façade of a lovely Victorian house was still standing as a reminder of the blocks and blocks of other beautiful Victorians that were torn down to make room for the federally funded housing projects that were built in place of those architectural gems.
When I passed this piece of San Francisco history I wondered what the planning architects were thinking when they decided to leave this one piece of the old neighborhood intact. I wondered if someone was leaving a reminder of the old neighborhood as a silent protest. I would be interested in hearing of any of the readers of this blog know any more about the building of the the housing projects that are located around Webster and Grove Streets in San Francisco.
The thing that moved me during my bike ride on the Embarcadero was a group of homeless people that I saw gathered around a man with a violin. He was playing his violin and leading them in song. I stopped my bike ride and listened to the man play. I must admit that I was choked up by what I saw. I hope that this man and the music he was making was a bright spot in those peoples' day that inspired them to have hope and to transcend their daily struggles for at least the time that they were singing and making music.