12/01/2012- San Francisco, CA -Restaurant owner of Franchino, Franchino himself sits in front of his restaurant on a rainy day, greeting those who pass through the sidewalk (Photo Jonathan Olivares)
My good friend Cinthia, my partner in crime, business, and change, took me around San Francisco for a small tour per my request. It was rainy and we weren’t able to go around the whole city, so then I requested that we go to Little Italy, to eat and enjoy my time with her. On my way there I was taking photos of everything, snapping away, following a shot, and Cinthia right next to me. She herself has a pretty good eye, and was guiding me as well. When we arrived in Little Italia, I saw this molto tradizionale, classico, alla moda uomo dall’aspetto italiano (very traditional, classic, stylish-looking Italian man), and as we passed through, I knew I had to take a photo. He automatically posed for the photo and I snapped it. And as we left to head to the street car, I said “buona note, signore” (goodnight sir), then he replied “Buona notte, chabello!” (goodnight, man). We both said it with an Italian accent and pronunciation—that was the best part. It made my day.