At the Fairmont

After morning meetings in the Financial District, I headed up the hill to the annual meeting; it was convention time for the Episcopal Diocese of California (last year's reflection here).

There were a couple of hours to kill, so I took shelter from the season's first rain in the lobby of the Fairmont Hotel.

The Fairmont still is the place to see and be seen, with beautiful people coming and going throughout the day.

The description is not meant pejoratively. No one was flashy; the typical dress was expensive California casual, and most were thin, tanned, and moved with quiet elegance.

My middle-class neighborhood on the Peninsula is only a few miles south, but it's a world away.