Scott's Bar

Circa 1982. This was one of my trips to San Francisco to visit friends who had moved there. SF at the time had the unimaginable luxury of women's bars that were open in the afternoons, something we didn't have in Vancouver. Canadian bars, gay or straight, just don't have the ambiance of the American ones.  I went to Scott's Bar one afternoon and asked the bartender if I might take her picture and she kindly obliged. It seems a more innocent time then, when you could ask a stranger in a bar if you could take their photo.