The Duchess’s New Clothes

The Duchess can shake her thing, can’t she?  It’s like she’s dancing even when sitting in Park.  She’s been all dolled up with a grandiose, rumba-themed explosion of a mural by Justin Winter, the utterly mad street artist out of New Orleans. He arrived in San Francisco with such a blast of energy, I thought maybe he’d paint my house, too. As we headed past Carmel-by-the-Sea toward the Babaloo truck site, Justin insisted on swinging a U-turn and pulling to the side.  Hell-bent on thanking his gods with a baptism-like ritual in the icy Pacific waters, he stripped down and dove in.  That’s how things started the week.  The Duchess got her wild new look:  one bare truck and one naked painter.