If one, by chance or misfortune, happens upon the Sunset District, draped in its customarily melancholic clouds, how often would the horizon be broken with the height of something new? With ease one would...

In the Convent in San Francisco, morning prayers begin well after noon. The two dozen nuns live on two floors, in rooms that flank a main hallway. The confessional is on the ground floor, tucked into the...