The last two days have been EXCRUCIATING. Karl the Fog has left us sweating and cursing, his evil laugh trailing behind as he goes off to cool down some other city, who will no doubt complain about his presence the way we San Franciscan's NEVER would. Come back Karl!!!! I can't sleep without you here.
(I know it's only 78 degrees, but I can't do it. HELP.)
Captured: the lovely seaside town of Pacifica, or Cinque Terre, Italy if you squint really hard.