White graffiti meets turquoise, quite lovely, a few feet from my front door in San Francisco. The pole holds signs conveying the hours that parking is allowed here, unless you have a resident permit, and the weekly street-cleaning schedule, during which even a resident permit will not protect you against an expensive ticket.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Pole
White graffiti meets turquoise, quite lovely, a few feet from my front door in San Francisco. The pole holds signs conveying the hours that parking is allowed here, unless you have a resident permit, and the weekly street-cleaning schedule, during which even a resident permit will not protect you against an expensive ticket.
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