Across from the bubbly plaza, there was another art opening at City Hall...
...in City Supervisor Mirkarimi's office.
The event was showcasing three different artists...
...and most of their efforts were even worse...
...than the expensive college effforts...
...across the street at the Art Commission gallery.
It didn't matter, since most attendees at these events are political junkies...
...who are there to schmooze and gossip with each other, not to look at the art.
As usual, Supervisor Mirkarimi was a calm, genial host...
...and as usual h. brown was flirting with all the pretty women while the recently-divorced-from-The-Sentinel Luke Thomas looked on.
Back across the street in Civic Center Plaza, a stage had been assembled...
...for a day-early celebration of Mexican Independence Day, el 16 de septiembre.
One of the local Spanish-language television stations seemed to be sponsoring the event...
...on what turned out to be a punishingly chilly evening.
Yolanda and her co-host introduced the Mexican consul-general in San Francisco...
...along with Mayor Gavin Newsom himself.
Gavin apologized in English for not speaking Spanish to the crowd, which was the language of every other speaker...
...and tried to make a joke out of the fact that he'd studied French and Italian in school which has since done him absolutely no good.
The short, clunky speech didn't sound much like English, either, since he kept using all those San Francisco Foundation nonprofit euphemism words like "partnering" and "celebrating diversity" and "stakeholders."
The Norteno band that followed him was a blessed relief.
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