San Francisco’s China Town is a deluge on the senses.  I go for the food, but it is a great place to window shop and people watch. On the sidewalks, look out for floods of rushed locals struggling against lolling tourists, expect to find restaurant employees attempting to lure you in for dim sum and other delicious bites, and have your camera ready for the unexpected. (I missed a shot of a grandfather holding his granddaughter up as she urinated in the street.)

It is the Year of the Horse, and there are representations of horses everywhere, reminders of the twelve-year cycles that help us to understand ourselves and others based on the year we were born, the month, the day, and the hour.  These horses remind me the importance of lucky numbers, colors, flowers, and other signs and superstitions in this culture and others.  It is a norm to try to find meaning and make rules to try to understand fortune.




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