Junk Thief on the Gray Line Tour?

Geez. I go out of town for just a few days, and how things change. I was having a relaxing Sunday, strolling the neighborhood and running a few random errands, stopped in for cup of the Aromatic Arabic at Philz (where you can now by replica's of his trademark fedora) and a Salvadoran pastry. Just as I was to snap this non Precita Eyes endorsed bit of graffiti along Balmy alley, my view was suddenly obscured when...
...this vehicle drove up and let out a group of tourists. To his credit, the driver apologized and asked if he was in my way. "Nah, nah, you're fine..." I grumbled. Actually, the tourists weren't as obnoxious as the usual ones, but it was pretty pathetic to see this group driving through my 'hood, actually just two doors down from my front window with the guy speaking into a microphone as his amplified voice echoed along the shop windows of 24th Street. Looking at the people on their website, however, makes you wonder what sort of visitor would lower himself to riding around San Francisco with a group of fellow travelers in pith helmets. Hmmm, I bet we're on their advertised "ethnic themed" tours. If any of you in the know give my address to the Star Maps people, be warned. I will make your life hell!
Unperturbed, I sipped my Arabic and snapped a shot of the Mission Presbyterian, a rare example of Gothic shingled church architecture in this city.
If you're looking for something to bring a little spice to accent your hum drum cotton-poly boxers available at six for $10 on Mission Street...
...stroll a couple of doors down to The Foxy Lady where they have their Halloween finery on display.
I always wonder what was in Anna's Linens that prompted having the dollar sign embedded in the entry tile.
Though La Copa Loca has been evolving from a check cashing place to a gelato shop over the past few years, it has only recently gained its more Noe Valley-esque feel.
And only at Puebla Dracula can you get the meat on your torta gorda extremely rare.