Okay, so I wanted to check out this “Horse Market SF” thing I’d heard whispers about. Sounded kinda weird, kinda cool. I had zero clue what to expect, honestly.
First, I tried to do some digging online. Figured there’d be a website, some info, maybe an address. Nope. Nothing but a bunch of people talking about horses near the city. Super helpful, right?
My Little Adventure
So, with no real leads, I just started asking around. Talked to some folks at the local farmer’s market, some people in a stable , and finally, I stumbled upon an old-timer who seemed to know something. He gave me this cryptic clue, “look for the painted stall near the old warehouse district.” Great. More mystery.
I started to wonder, where would it be.
I spent, like, two hours wandering around that area. Warehouses everywhere, but no sign of any painted stall, and definitely no horses. I was about to give up, ready to chalk it up to some urban legend, when I saw it. Tucked away in this little alley, behind a bunch of dumpsters, there was this beat-up, definitely not impressive. it was colorful and very special.
I cautiously went inside. And… it was a bust. No, really, there were NO horses.
The experience was a faild one.
