Lone protester.

At the Argonaut Hotel, Fisherman’s Wharf, SF.

A striking worker looks one as his plutocratic master glides by in a limousine. The web site for the hotel could hardly be more pretentious, opening thus:

“With a name like the Argonaut, it’s impossible not to speak of this hotel in grand, almost legendary terms. Inspired by the Greek legend and Gold Rush-era adventurers, it’s one of those rare places in San Francisco that truly merits a term like iconic. Located in the historic Haslett Warehouse, the Argonaut’s home is a grand building built in 1907 of exposed brick, Douglas Fir beams and so much seaside character, you feel as though you can almost reach out and touch the colorful Barbary Coast past here.”

Grand, legendary, rare, iconic, colorful.

Uh huh.

No wonder they are striking.

Snapped on the D700 with the 28mm f/2 pre-Ai Nikkor.