She stands perfectly still. You put a dollar in the box, and she comes to life and makes the little marionette doll figure dance. All quite charming, unless you notice what makes it rather spine-tinglingly macabre.

No parking at any time. But sticking your legs out of the window... that's okay I guess.

From a store called 'Wasteland' which has possibly the most manic, exhuberant and surreal approach to window-dressing I've ever seen.

I apologise to this man for taking his picture without his permission, without his knowing, and through a shop window. (This wasn't easy.) But I thought it made a good photograph. The ketchup bottle was a nice touch, I felt.

I've tweaked this into black and white because... because I could.

There are way, way too many people in this situation in San Francisco. The same applies to my home city of London, by the way. Still, at least he's on the V8 juice.

A gigantic wooden sculpture or whatever it is, in the door way of a store selling many such items.