Early morning coffee with observations.

studies of seals seen at Fisherman`s Warf
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San Francisco, Union Square, 22-11-2002.

I start my day with the usual big coffee drinking it outside on United Nations Plaza. It is early yet and I love seeing this cozy city wake up.

Sitting here in my faded jeans and sweaty T-shirt I feel oddly out of place.

Business people in expensive suits hurrying down Market street to their offices in the Fiancial District, in one hand a leather bound attachè case and a paper cup containing hot coffee in the other.

Studies of seals seen at Fisherman`s Warf.
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Market people setting up their stands all around me unloading their wares from parked cars.

An army of homeless sods rearranging Safeway shopping trolleys full with empty platic bottles collected during the night for deposit money no doubt.

The "professional" chess players setting up their collapsible tables and chess boards with pieces. Maybe I`ll have a game later in the afternoon, I won a game last night making a few bucks in the process.

I see bicycle messengers in their tight cycle clothes warming their insides with an early morning coffee, their messenger bags wrapped around their shoulders, thier portophones still silent at this early hour.

I decide to have another coffee and a sweet chocolate doughnut a bit further on on Union Square, San Francisco`s downtown tourist centre.

An empty bench is easily found right in the middle of trendy upper class shops, expensive hotels and airline offices, classy shops and department stores.

I`m sitting right under the huge naerly 100 meter high Dewey Monument which despite the quarter`s close proximity to the Financial District with its towering skyscrapers, dominates the whole square.

Big shiny limousines stop in front of the St. Francis Hotel unloading fur coated tourists from ancient Europe. With tick heavily accented english they tell their uniformed driver to get their suitcases out of the trunk.

Tjeeesus, these rich upper class europeans carry more junk with them on a two week trip as I have in my whole house, or have ever owned in my whole live for that matter.

Sitting here in my faded jeans and sweaty T-shirt sipping my strong hot coffee I feel oddly out of place.