On our way back from the Mission, rounding the corner onto my street, we hear what sounds like a drum circle. As we're walking up the hill a couple of guys wave at us and tell us to come on in. So, we soon found ourselves in the middle of a freaky little party with everything either dancing or jamming. A Nigerian Priest told us the older people there are all Afro-Cubans or Brazilians who've gotten together since the hippie days to play music (and, I suspect, to smoke a little pot marijuana). T'was strange but fun.

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