“Of its ancient glories nothing remains excepting a few battered facades, the tattered remains or signs, and the plaster nymphs and satyrs in the entrance lobby of the old Hippodrome, now befouled by dirt and penciled obscenities.”[1]–

The Barbary Coast;

Having survived fire, flood and the Sydney Ducks;

Doesn’t die so easily;

The police can close its bars;

The Navy can ban its sailors from visiting;

But the Coast waits;

What it has to offer the people want;

The people will not be denied

So

It

Waits

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[1] Herbert Ashbury, The Barbary Coast, p.314