The Annual San Francisco Bike Race is on – and there are signs of life in my neighborhood, Pacific Heights. As the bikes go barreling past – okay I made that up – there are more people on the roads today than I have seen in past five months (the first five of my year in purgatory called San Francisco) and in that motley crew, I spotted a rare species – brown people. Four of them and this makes it a truly historic day.

In Pacific Heights, which I derisively refer to as “Pretentious Whites” that is as rare as spotting a bald eagle in Manhattan. Normally a play-ground of the wanna-be New Yorkers, fake blondes and divorcees on the prowl, PH is “multi-kulti” for the day.