For years San Franciscans have been smugly proud of their city's beauty. Market Street, the city's main thoroughfare, offered a view of the Ferry Building at one end and the Twin Peaks at the other, and they scarcely noticed that a visitor could drive the length of it and rarely see a new or interesting structure. In the street's lower reaches, the financial district slumped off into a slurry of newsstands and war-surplus stores. Beyond them was the produce area, where vegetable wholesalers and butchers allowed their scraps to drop into the street.
Three...
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