We started walking north on Mission, then east on Market, and north again on Polk.
Polk Street's typical architecture is like this, something from the 1920s that has been painted over many, many times. Stodgy, grubby, I like it.
Where Polk verges into Fisherman's Wharf all the way at the northern boundary of San Francisco we saw an ordinary corner store advertising Bait and Tackle. And we agreed in admiring the fish. It turned out to be two fish on two different sides of the corner.
This tiny triangular garden is across Columbus Street from Washington Square Park in North Beach. A bronze man (of the arts & crafts era) peers into an azalea-lined pool (and we hit the azaleas at their peak).
We made a grand loop of the city, talking all afternoon -- about people and painting and poetry primarily.
Then later back at Spencer Alley I took this final picture in the midst of cooking dinner because I looked up and noticed the light.