With the extended tax season here in California, I thought things might slow down, but they haven’t. I just leave the office every night tired, and saying to myself over and over again, “Refund, good; balance due, not good.” Yesterday, though, I took a few hours off to go over to SF and update some nourish looking pictures taken along Market Street. It was a pretty and warm day, and people around town were enjoying themselves after that crazy winter. (Thumbnail images)
I started at Market and Powell Streets, looking across Market toward the old Emporium Store. The domed Humboldt Building is in the background.
The Powell Street cable car turnaround in the 1940s: This isn’t a bad line up, considering that the turntable isn’t in the same spot as it was back then.
I moved along Market Street to 4th to get this update. The old State Theater marquee is on the right.
Crossing over Market Street from 4th to Stockton Street, and a better look at where the State Theater was. The Call Building, now called the Central Tower, is in the background of both pictures:
The southwest corner of 3rd and Market Street, looking toward the old Chronicle Building:
“Now, I’m standing on the corner of Third and Market. I’m looking around. I’m figuring it out. There it is, right in front of me. The whole city, the whole world. People going by. They’re going somewhere. I don’t know where, but they’re going. I ain’t going anywhere.” – From the play ‘The Time of Your Life’ by William Saroyan.
I ended up near the Ferry Building, looking back up along Market Street. The Southern Pacific and Matson Shipping Buildings are on the left. On the right, the Hyatt Regency is now where the Terminal Hotel was.
“The Terminal Hotel. Once you stay with us, you’ll never leave.”
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Well, that certainly sounds . . . terminal.