God says, "Park anywhere!"

Our first Sunday morning in the city, the night after a semi-tame St. Pat’s day, we were awakened by a boisterous bevy of finely-threaded churchgoers who had assembled right below our living room window. Ebenezer’s Baptist church sits a few doors down on Divisadero, you see, and Sunday morning service, apparently, is one helluva hallelujah happening. The corner of Page & Diviz was soon filled with gospel-gabbing participants who seemed to be amassing from all over the city, decked in their best and soulfully singing through the intersection en route to mass. One voice in particular bellowed for most of the morning – stationed outside our bedroom, the “valet”, a true believer for sure, was double-parking the congregant’s cars up and down Page Street.