muni again

A young Asian woman sat next to me on the T, applying makeup and curling her lashes. I'm always interested when private activity takes place in public. I try not to take it personally--I mean, should she not have prepared her public face before she left home, for the benefit of the other people on the train? But I guess the Muni is a private public space. At some point, as she was tossing her hair out of the way before applying blush, I stopped trying to concentrate on the draft I had been reading and looked out the window. I noticed for the first time that the streetlights on the Embarcadero are crowned with crosses, or maybe fleurs-de-lys.