Chinatown. Old stomping grounds. Multiple layers of old and new, reality and illusion, classic and kitsch, color and grit.
From Portsmouth Square you can see the three ghosts atop the building at Kearny and California streets. Lots of ghosts in Chinatown.
A cable car rumbles past an ornate street light and some less ornate old fire escapes.
A new mural pays tribute to an old Chinatown.
And some traditions endure.
It’s nice to see new murals that reflect neighborhood pride.
And it’s nice that some old standbys haven’t changed much.
It’s a little brighter inside. But not too much.
I like bars with interesting art. Jukebox is much nicer now, but with plenty of old tunes.
Way too young to even be peeking in here! Go talk to Zoltar.
Zoltar knows the score.
Even if customers don’t.
A parking spot in Chinatown! Looks like the mural has been tagged and painted over a few times.
Lots of color on the side streets too.
Li Po’s another old friend, if a bit of a tourist trap.
Definitely time for a Tiger.
Such a cool old sign. A throwback to old Singapore.
Classic icons complimented by new technology.
The little back room has been brightened up a bit.
This second story mural is a nice touch but the terra cotta warriors seem a bit over the top.
Then again, that’s Chinatown.
Lots of ways to interpret this shot.
Mr. Bing’s on Columbus was a little bit Chinatown, a little bit North Beach, a little corner of old San Francisco. I stopped by shortly before the party ended. Bing’s is destined for a new theme, a major facelift, and who knows what. I’ll sure miss it. Please just don’t make it into another new San Francisco attitude bar.
Just checking the score. Bing’s was an unpretentious place to relax and watch the world go by.
A street-dweller pesters the alfresco types across the street.
I didn’t call them.
The steeple of Old St. Mary’s keeps an eye on things.
Son, observe the time and fly from evil. Words to live by.