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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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