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Woman on Bridgeway

I had given myself into the easy purpose of an afternoon walk.

The rhythm of my footsteps (labored, when climbing, and cautious on those steep Sausalito descents), soon awakened a familiar intimacy with my “machine self”. I became aware of the flow of blood, the movement of hinged bones, the strain-and-relax of corded muscles – and the fact I was hungry.

By then, I was upon the tourist sprawl of Downtown Sausalito – where the nearness of lapping Bay water, eager commerce and a clear-day view of San Francisco so spectacular it borders on the vulgar, all come together to create an irresistible Loitering Point along the touristic circuit.