The great thing about San Francisco is that on any given day, you can go for a leisurely stroll in say, Union Square. And, right after the people in tin foil hats leave, the crowd of cyclists dressed as dapper dandies shows up. I say, old chap.
People carrying protest signs (Who Are These Goons?) and wearing hats of all varieties crafted from the crazy persons' preferred material to accompany their strange outfits (one guy was sporting a cape made from what appeared to be a little girl's plastic birthday party table cloth) showed up in the square around 6 p.m. last night. The gathering was connected to a group called the
that's been papering the city with nonsensical fliers and conducting what is either a game or a serious attempt to
.
This guy was sporting a more upscale tin-foil chapeau than others. If his ribbon is to be believed, he was also learning to share.
A ringleader exhorted the group to do interpretive dance and jazz hands. It was unclear to onlookers if he was on the side of good or evil.
And then Frank Chu showed up, only to be confronted by a man using his own brand of signage against him.
And of course, there was a dancing shark.
Just as the crowd of protesters paraded out of the square and into the streets, a second group of reverlers appeared, in much more civilized garb. The annual
Tweed Ride was departing from the same spot.
The square was filled with dapper gents and dashing ladies.
Knee high socks, britches, houndstooth, tobacco pipes and scarves were the order of the day. As one participant observed with satisfaction, "It's quite a natty crowd!"
The group sallied forth with much fanfare and merrymaking into a brisk Londenesque evening. The only evidence of the day's activities were the strange chalk drawings left behind by the tin foil garbed Jejune crew. Tally ho!
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