What it was like
A rule sits at the center of this thing that would quietly kill most American parades: nothing with an engine, no company logos, and nobody running for office anywhere in the procession. Strip all of that out and whatever is left has to be made by hand, by people, for free. Which is the point, and why it has kept happening on volunteer labor since the seventies.
So State Street fills instead with enormous handmade floats pushed along by the humans who built them, costumes assembled over months, drum ensembles you feel in the sternum, and performers who wander into the crowd rather than past it. A city throwing a party for itself and forgetting to invite the sponsors.
Alameda Park carries the rest of the weekend — hundreds of local artists showing work, stages running, families on blankets, all of it free. Come around midday and give yourself time to find a curb.
Send it to the friend who insists nothing unbought survives in California anymore.