Bleu rents a small efficiency in what is not really a good part of town. Our Tomato Wagon stuck out big-time, so we left Buck in the car for protection!! What's different about San Francisco is that the panhandlers and other seedy characters are quite friendly. While they might be living in squalor, that's no reason to be rude!

Bleu took us on a mini-tour of the town. We hung out for a while in Haight-Ashbury, the Hippie Haven of the USA, where we saw all sorts of interesting folks. Their hair was long, straight, curly, fuzzy, shaggy-waggy, waxie-maxie, oily, greasy, fleece, shining (some we don't remember), knotted, polka dotted, twisted, kneaded, braided, powdered, flowered and confetti, mangled, tangled, spangled and spaghetti! They were singing, "Oh, say, can you see, my-ay eyes? If you can than my hair's too short. Don't never have to cut it 'cause it stops by itself!"