Finally, typical summer weather has arrived in Berkeley: 57°F and overcast. When I was in Italy I tried to explain this to the Europeans, and they didn’t believe me—I did the conversion to Celsius in my head and they assured me I must have made a mistake.
I attempted to bolster my claim by bringing out the famous Mark Twain quote, “The coldest winter I ever saw was the summer I spent in San Francisco.” Later I found out that there’s no source for this quote; he did write something along these lines, but about Paris:
…anywhere is better than Paris. Paris the cold, Paris the drizzly, Paris the rainy, Paris the damnable. More than a hundred years ago somebody asked Quin, “Did you ever see such a winter in all your life before?” “Yes,” said he, “Last summer.” I judge he spent his summer in Paris. Let us change the proverb; Let us say all bad Americans go to Paris when they die. No, let us not say it for this adds a new horror to Immortality.
I see however that it is 68°F and sunny in Paris right now. Well, the sun came out while I was writing this so maybe we’ll get up to Paris levels by afternoon, and I can quit lamenting the fact that I didn’t bring a jacket today.