Yesterday we drove over to Fort Funston where the wind was howling, and the dogs with their walkers were out in great numbers having a grand time. We sat for a while in the sun, sheltered from the wind, overlooking the sea.
Afterwards, we drove north along the Great Highway, turning inland to Pacific Heights, landing at the head of the Lyon Street steps on Broadway, where we again enjoyed the warm sun and surrounding gardens - and where I was surprised to run into two of the Hearts in San Francisco, one public, one in a private garden.
The day was a smile, through and through.
Now we have to get it together to have early dinners so we can go around the city in the best light, an hour or two before sunset.