Don't ever visit San Francisco in the summer. Really. July is the worst. It's cold and windy and foggy. The poor tourists show up wearing shorts, thinking, "Surely, it will clear up." It doesn't.
Georgia and I went up to San Anselmo, about 40 minutes north of here, to hang out with Elyse in the sun.
On the way home, as we drove back into the fog bank, I asked Georgia to try and capture the weather on film. It's pretty tough to do.