People sat on the pinkish wall at Eighth and Market for a generation. Sometimes people sold things there: sometimes secondhand goods. Sometimes, I think, other things. You'd pass by and sometimes there'd be an argument but mostly you'd hear cheerful backchat. Whether you liked the kind of there that was there or not, you had to admit there was there there.
Then Trinity Plaza's replacement development moved into the north part of the property. Fences went up. The wall can't be sat on any more.
There are new no-trespassing signs, though how exactly people could trespass on a vertical fence I don't rightly know. Does it mean no
hanging stuff on the fences? No fencing stuff on the fences?
I'm sure the future mall-plus-apartments will be nice. It'll be a better use of space than the weird converted-motel complex
that had been declining there since the 1960s. (Marvelous photos of the motel in its glory days here, via Tenderloin Geographic Society.
Just want to remember that it's not replacing nothing. That's all.
[Update: people are still selling stuff along the sidewalk there. I guess habit and commercial pattern trump physical awkwardness.]