Saturday, June 13, 2009

The first time I noticed the Filipino-American celebration in San Francisco, I hadn't read about it in the paper.

I was walking down one side of Mission Street downtown, and on the other side, I saw a procession of people wearing complexly colored clothes, some of the carrying things like parasols with really long handles, that had streamers streaming down from them, also in beautiful colors. Like the dream of a city that's true sometimes, beauty that surprises.