Isn’t it all better in hindsight? On our latest trip back to California we visited San Francisco (more pictures to come). I love SF fiercely. Except when I live there. I suspect it’s the weather: if you’re an overly “romantic” type, prone to reading Gothic-ish novels and spent your childhood pretending your neighbor’s driveway was a canal in Venice and an over-grown dog-pin a forgotten, walled garden on an English moor, chances are you don’t need the real-life weather to agree with the gloomy and mysterious pretend fog your daydreaming about all the time. Call it too much of a good thing.