Now I am safe. The situation is reversed. I am the one who can scan around and be aware of what is happening… from the inside. And I am a few thousand miles away, quietly eating some indian food at the corner of Fillmore and Clay in San Francisco. Thirty five years have elapsed. I skipped film. Digital has changed the look of the photographs, but not the content. I probably would have taken the same picture in 1981, had I been here. But I wonder if the food had the same taste. Although this city was the set to many Film Noir, it seems less threatening, the pace is slower. I wonder how it was in the 50's… For a French person, California is a must go place. It seems to be full of expectations and I wonder if this is all justified. Not that I am trying to deconstruct a myth… I am just curious, and it appears that I got rid of my escort of threatening agents.