This morning we had breakfast at a café in San Francisco. I had Swedish pancakes and sausage, which was awesome. We then met up with some cousins at Golden Gate Park. My uncle convinced us to ride the carousel, which was very entertaining--it had a variety of animals such as dragons, chickens, and ostriches. Afterward, we walked through a tunnel to find ourselves by Haight Street, the epicenter of 1960s counterculture. We spent an hour or so exploring the consignment shops and Tibetan boutiques, which unfortunately was not enough time to get the real Haight-Ashbury experience. However, it was fun while it lasted, and awesome to see our San Francisco cousins!
(Pictured from left: a mural on Haight St.; a real 1940s exorcism kit from a shop called Loved to Death; a band playing on a door stoop; an offensive horoscope birthday card; Amoeba Records.)
