News from the Heart & Soul of San Francisco
The lingerie shop My Boudoir blazed the trail from Fillmore to Union Street last November. The boutique, which debuted at 2029 Fillmore in 1998, is a family operation run by mother Geraldine Nuval-Weibull and daughter Delilah Nuval. Inside its tiny new space at 2285 Union — which is half the size of the Fillmore location…
Among the work now under way at the Sherith Israel temple at California and Webster is the restoration of the stained glass windows. In the grand western window, “Moses Presenting the Ten Commandments to the Children of Israel,” Moses is depicted on the granite rocks at the gateway to Yosemite, with Half Dome and El Capitan…
Neighborhood physician Dr. Eduardo P. Dolhun is with a team of doctors in Haiti treating earthquake victims. Here is a portion of his first dispatch from the front: “Within a matter of minutes we were presented with a wide assortment of severe illnesses, all of them traumatic and now nearly six days old. “The first…
By Donna Domino “There’s a very special energy here,” says Kathy Nelsen, longtime director of the Kabuki Springs & Spa, explaining why the cultural fixture has endured for nearly 40 years. “The communal baths are really what differentiates us. We have some of the only ones in California and the U.S.” Nelsen, who has carefully…
By Brooke Welch For the last six years, I have been working at Toujours, the petite lingerie shop on Sacramento Street just around the corner from Fillmore. I’ve been a salesclerk and bra-fitter, but also a therapist and a shoulder to cry on. Perhaps the best perk of working in a classy little neighborhood lingerie…
By THOMAS REYNOLDS That distinguished looking gentleman with the silver hair and the purple vestment you see walking around the neighborhood got still more distinguished last month: He was enthroned as the new archbishop of the Anglican Province of Christ the King, which includes most of the traditional Anglicans in the western United States. Among…
FIRST PERSON | BARBARA KATE REPA When retrieving the dry cleaning recently, I ran into an old friend: a brightly colored skirt, freshly cleaned and snaking down the automated trolley at Perfect Cleaners on Fillmore. The unusual combination of colors, the nubby silk fabric and the jaunty scalloped waistband all were unmistakable. It had been…