Be that as it may, we still saw many sights you wouldn’t see in Brisvegas – people walking around in the nude, outrageous shop window displays, throngs of men hugging each other on the footpaths outside gay bars etc.
I found it a place full of life and energy, and always felt safe there. (In fact, I was probably safer than Pat, and certainly safer than Arend.)
Nothing in the Castro is understated.
Arend doesn’t get his hair cut here.
Where else would you buy your bread in the Castro?
Commitment to recycling and sustainability.
Cables on hills.
Cables in trees.
Delightful houses in tangles of cables.
Many people in the Castro have dogs, including gay couples, for whom they are often a child substitute.
While I never actually saw a dog wearing an “I have two Daddies” scarf, I did see one man wearing a “Dogs are the new kids” tee shirt, and another wearing a “The modern family” shirt which pictured two Daddies and a dog.
Because so many people own dogs, there are employment opportunities for professional dog walkers.
As you can see, this dog walker has to carry quite a large plastic bag.
At the transgender day, where we were invited to immerse ourselves in transgender heaven.
I hadn’t seen hairy legs through black tights before.
Bright colours.
Poppies on the path.
Poppies through the pickets.
California poppies.
Big, bold and brilliant.
Diversity and acceptance.
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