The tents I could’ve predicted. The nudity, however, I did not see coming.
On Saturday night, my two sons and I were walking from Ichiban, a sushi restaurant in downtown Berkeley, to Yogurtland, a frozen yogurt shop about five blocks away, when we stumbled upon the local chapter of Occupy Wall Street.
Twenty or so protestors were camped out in a small circular plaza in front of Bank of America.
Wells Fargo and Chase branches were across the street, but they didn’t have a little plaza. I can only imagine the Chase and Wells’ execs laughing at their B of A counterparts over their heirloom tomato and artisanal cheese salads at Chez Panisse.
