Sausalito houseboats

“Early in the morning the mist crawls over the hills like a lost dream. Seagulls call, herons pick around in the mud, and between two jetties a sea lion blinks into the first ray of the Californian sun, which will make everything glow as from inside. Strolling through the Gates Co-op you feel as if you were in a painting by Hieronymus Bosch invaded by a horde of cheerful children. Here people have a birthday party, even if it isn’t anyone’s birthday, dispel bad spirits the American Indian way with smoke of sage, make contact with extra-terrestrials using gadgets with names as mysterious as their functions. Everybody is an artist and no one a critic, and the goal in life is always where life happens to take you at the moment. ...” Peter Haffner