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Around Little Italy<br />

<strong>San</strong> <strong>Francisco</strong> holds no more interesting district than that lying around the<br />

base <strong>of</strong> Telegraph Hill, and extending over toward North Beach, even as far<br />

as Fisherman’s Wharf. Here is the part <strong>of</strong> <strong>San</strong> <strong>Francisco</strong> that first felt the<br />

restoration impulse, and this was the first part <strong>of</strong> <strong>San</strong> <strong>Francisco</strong> rebuilt after the<br />

great fire, and in its rebuilding it recovered all <strong>of</strong> its former characteristics, which<br />

is more than can be said <strong>of</strong> any other part <strong>of</strong> the rebuilt city.<br />

Here, extending north from Jackson street to the Bay, are congregated<br />

Italians, French, Portuguese and Mexicans, each in a distinct colony, and each<br />

maintaining the life, manners and customs, and in some instances the costumes,<br />

<strong>of</strong> the parent countries, as fully as if they were in their native lands. Here<br />

are stores, markets, fish and vegetable stalls, bakeries, paste factories, sausage<br />

factories, cheese factories, wine presses, tortilla bakeries, hotels, pensions, and<br />

restaurants; each distinctive and full <strong>of</strong> foreign life and animation, and each<br />

breathing an atmosphere characteristic <strong>of</strong> the country from which the parent<br />

stock came.<br />

Walk along the streets on the side <strong>of</strong> Telegraph Hill and one can well imagine<br />

himself transported to a sunny hillside in Italy, for here he hears no other<br />

language than that which came from the shores <strong>of</strong> the Mediterranean. Here are<br />

Italians <strong>of</strong> all ages, sexes and conditions <strong>of</strong> servitude, from the padrone to the<br />

bootblack who works for a pittance until he obtains enough to start himself in<br />

business. If one investigate closely it will be found that many <strong>of</strong> the people <strong>of</strong><br />

this part <strong>of</strong> <strong>San</strong> <strong>Francisco</strong> have been here for years and still understand no other<br />

language than that <strong>of</strong> their native home. Why should they learn anything else,<br />

they say. Everybody around them, and with whom they come in contact speaks<br />

Italian. Here are the Corsicans, with their peculiar ideas <strong>of</strong> the vendetta and the<br />

cheapness <strong>of</strong> life in general, and the Sicilians and Genoese and Milanese. Here<br />

are some from the slopes <strong>of</strong> Vesuvius or Aetna, with inborn knowledge <strong>of</strong> the<br />

grape and <strong>of</strong> wine making. All have brought with them recipes and traditions,<br />

some dating back for hundreds <strong>of</strong> years, or even thousands, to the days before<br />

the Christian Era was born. It is just the same to them as it was across the ocean,<br />

for they hear the same dialect and have the same customs. Do they desire any<br />

special delicacy from their home district, they need but go to the nearest Italian<br />

grocery store and get it, for these stores are supplied direct from Genoa or<br />

Naples. This is the reason that many <strong>of</strong> the older men and women still speak the<br />

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