Saturday scenery: Buddhas of the Haight

San Francisco is a city of many statues of the Buddha. Often they hide quietly, emanating peace in the corners of gardens.

But not so much on the Haight-Ashbury tourist trail, where, though the Summer of Love was over 50 years ago, the trappings of Orient exoticism dominate.

I'm not sure what that middle face is. Perhaps Polynesian.

Even here, there are a few more modest masks.

All encountered while Walking San Francisco.