
| Oil on canvas 14x18 | 
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Most of the boats  berthed at Fisherman’s Wharf belong to a third generation of fishing craft  piloted by descendants of the fishermen who have made their livelihoods on the  waters of San Francisco Bay for many generations. 
      
    From the days of the Gold Rush until the turn of the Century, the San Francisco fishing  fleet was composed of lateen-rigged sailboats, called feluccas. They were built  in the same style as the boats the local Italian fishermen knew in their native  land. Green was the prevailing color of the tiny boats, and the name of a  patron saint usually appeared on the hull. The fishermen themselves were as  colorful as their craft. Their natural talent for song was to be heard in  renditions of arias from Verdi, lusty if not always true to the ear. In the  fog-shrouded waters outside the Golden Gate,  singing was a means of communication. You could not see a nearby boat in the  fog, but from the song of its captain, you knew it was there.
