Ahhh, San Francisco. Home of cable cars, steep streets, Chinatown … and fog. Lots and lots of fog.
The sun-soaked road trip that had bought us to the famous northern Californian city had set us up for disappointment as our rented Mustang nosed through the greyness and onto the Golden Gate bridge. The summery tones of that cliched song seemed somewhat out of place as we twisted the dial on the heater towards the ‘blast furnace’ setting.
So this is summer in San Francisco? I think I’ll take … well … any other option, thanks.