We spent the morning by the wharf on Sunday morning and yeah…we were one of those tourists who keep the San Francisco fleece business afloat and healthy because Claudine was freezing and we had to run in and buy her something warm. And people were swimming in this water! At 58 degrees!
Apparently the gang all had a grand time and played old school pinball and other things while I went to my photoshoot in a nearby neighborhood. A seagull snatched Mia’s corndog right out of her hand (not the first time this has happened either – Claudine lost a hotdog to a seagull in similar fashion on Long Island). The view and the water, however, was worth all the shivering. I’m sort of fascinated by the fog. It hovers over the city waiting to roll in like a smoke monster. It always looks a bit ominous far away on the horizon.