I suspect it has a lot to do with the fact that a lot of people go to church, but life always seems calm on a Sunday. Folks are more focused on repenting their sins than getting to work, shopping for home improvement supplies or finding the nearest strip club, bar or restaurant.
This past Sunday we were walking behind a family in their church clothes. The kids were scattered all over the sidewalk and the adults were leading the pack talking about grown up things—eco-friendly vehicles and taxes, if I recall correctly. I tuned them out and overheard an exchange between two little girls that stuck with me.
“How do I play?” one asked the other.
“All you have to do is find something beautiful and point to it,” the other explained.
“Right there! That building is beautiful,” the little girl quickly responded, pointing to a typical San Francisco flat.
I smiled. Either the game was far too easy and the little girl was prepared to take advantage of the fact that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Or she likes this city as much as I do and for some reason everything—even shabby-looking apartment buildings—have some kind of magical appeal.