On Friday morning, the city was shrouded in a thick layer of fog and everything - the buildings, the cars, the vistas, the people - looked as if caught in a weathered daguerrotype.
By Friday afternoon, however, we'd emerged into a bright new day with a gracious sun that saw us through the weekend.
Unfortunately, I spent most of my weekend inside. Black-box theater, car, home office, a friend's gorgeous apartment with panoramic views of San Francisco.
I did grab twenty minutes on my back patio on Saturday, doing paperwork under the shade of the palm tree.
Two indulgences: Truffle Tremor and Drunken Goat cheese.
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