In San Francisco today, and it's not even foggy. I am fortunate enough to be staying with relatives/friends who live not far from the Golden Gate Bridge.
Who doesn't love San Francisco? It's such a unique and lovely city--and of course there's the food. I hope I don't give the impression I'm obsessed with food--but, well, it is one of the major pleasures of life, and San Francisco is one of the best places to indulge. So, I plan to do just that, and there's a birthday celebration (not mine) this evening that should provide a good venue for doing so.
Whenever I drive or walk around this beautiful place, the thought keeps recurring to me: what do they do about these hills in the snow? How can they get up them in the ice? And then I remember that no, I'm not in New England, and there's never any snow here. For some reason that's a hard concept for me.