It's summer in San Francisco!

Which means that backyard barbecues and parties look like this:

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We're wearing parkas over here.

In fact on the way, to work this morning I passed three hot young men who looked very much like French tourists. They were finishing their coffees and pastries with knapsacks and guidebooks in hand walking to the outbound N stop. I chuckled when I realized at first I thought they were all on the same sports team and were perhaps were visiting as a club, but they were actually all wearing matching black "SF" jackets merchants sell to travelers unprepared for the arctic chill of July in San Francisco.