Yesterday afternoon as I walking to the subway station I stopped abruptly in front of a display of toilets.
Only in San Francisco.
And they weren’t the ordinary white porcelain variety either, although even those would have caught my attention, lined up in a neat row on the red brick street.
An art display or what? I thought.
“May I photograph them?” I asked the curator of this odd display. He was jeans and a T-shirt guy.
“Sure,” he said.
“This is my way of bringing awareness to the need for more public toilets in San Francisco,” he said.
Come to the think of it, he had a point.
You’re hard pressed to find a bathroom in the city if you’re desperate. Your only alternatives are to duck into a restaurant, coffee shop or hotel lobby.
If you can hold it, always shoot for an upscale department store. Their bathrooms are always a pleasure with clean stalls, piped in music, and perfumed soap. Granted, you might have to purchase that $100 dollar frilly camisole on the way out, but it’s worth it.