Wednesday night Jeffery and I had one of those perfect evenings in the city, where you just keep walking and everything is beautiful. We started in Nob Hill, walked up and over Russian Hill, down to North Beach, over to Fisherman's Wharf, and back up Hyde past Lombard and the cable cars and tourists out enjoying a summer night. It was one of the longest days of the year and we were down at the water when the sun eventually set.

But even after it was gone the temperature was mild and the city started to glow and we weren't hungry or tired so we kept walking. And then we ended up at Musee Macanique, played a round of old school bowling and took photos in a photo booth.

On the way home we bought a watermelon and had it for dessert.

Who says San Francisco doesn't have seasons? This, my friends, is summer.