A women in the last house, came outside asked of my purpose. I told her the front entry was beautiful. and I was from San Francisco. Then I continued to explore. There was a sign across the small alley that caught my eye. It announced this was the site of a pottery in the mid 1780’s. The women emerged from her home to say; you cannot read that plaque.

Turns out she works in clay and is does stone sculpture. Her husband, grown son and I shared coffee and stories of life.