All Are Equal

That day after election day. 
I was in Market Street when this impromptu demo went by. 
I met K later on and we made our way up Market Street to Cafe Flore near the Castro.
I waited there while K attended a PTSA meeting. Another much louder and older crowd marched by demonstrating against Trump. 
I met K a little later for sushi. 
Strange atmosphere, strange day. Understandably.