Lisa T.
Yelp
Why doesn't anyone go here?
Seriously.
SERIOUSLY!!!
Okay, watch out, because Supernerd is coming out in full force here...
I've lived in San Francisco for less than two years, and I've been to Mission Dolores four times already. Why do stupid, fat, fanny-packed tourists from the Midwest (hey -- I can call them fat; I'm from the Midwest. I can also call Polocks dumb because I am one and Italians criminals because I'm one of those, too) want to go to crappy, smelly, Fisherman's Wharf when they can come see THIS?
Fisherman's Wharf is just a great big outdoor shopping mall full of third-class crap souvenirs. They have some bad, overpriced seafood that wasn't caught or unloaded anywhere NEAR the wharf, because they haven't done that in over a CENTURY. Hell -- it's not even a "wharf."
BFD. I seriously do not understand why people spend $30 for a day of parking to walk shoulder-to-shoulder with fat fanny-packers and screaming kids though THAT. Gah.
I outright refuse to put that on my San Francisco Experience itinerary for out-of-town guests. Instead, I take my guests to Mission Dolores, and no one has regretted it.
The original mission church itself is of course an architectural gem; it's the oldest church standing in California. Even though it's not the oldest of Father Serra's missions, none of the existing church structures pre-date this one, which has been there continuously, in one piece, since 1776.
Yep -- that means it survived a lot of quakin'.
And this, of course, being a state carved out by the Spanish rather than the English, is a place where the marks of Catholicism are incredibly important to the history of just about everything -- politics, trade and commerce, city planning, agriculture...
But most important, this is the relatively tiny spot where the seed for the city of San Francisco -- for the whole of the Bay Area as we know it -- was planted. And here, in the tiny cemetery, are buried layer upon layer of people whose lives were entwined with the mission, from Ohlone natives drawn in and converted by Serra, whose handiwork decorates the walls and ceilings of the original church, to scores of Irish immigrants who died trying to make their fortunes during the gold rush years, to African-Americans who sought new lives and livelihoods with the railroads after the civil war...
Mission Dolores represents a great amalgamation of people, time, and life... Though Serra's reasons for founding it and ALL the missions along El Camino Real were of course flawed, in our perfect, revisionist hindsight we can see it now as a melting pot, in and of itself, just like our city has grown into a melting pot on a grand scale.
If you haven't been here yet, put down your bread bowl of chowder, get on the BART, and get movin'.
Damn it!