Rainy nights and neon lights just seem to go together, and my meandering path home is magnetically drawn to them. This saucy little number peeks out from a ‘live model’ lingerie shop in the overlap of union/nobhill/t’loin ‘hoods, and it is surprisingly elegant, considering it’s task.

My favorite aspect, though, is that she peeks out towards a swankish ‘private club’-type venue across the street, where livery cabs - the all-black elongated kind - are often dropping off the polished elite of the city for fundraisers and secret-handshake events.

Care to guess where she is?