Be sure to wear your flowers in your hair… Sure, flowers and a big fat parka – in July… I knew it wouldn’t be “hot” in San Francisco, but I didn’t quite get the memo that it would only be in the 50’s and 60’s, so while I packed some layers, I didn’t pack quite enough. Poor diplo-baby was being dressed in about three onesies at once and her little fleece sweater over and over again – and we finally made an emergency stop to get another sweater for her. I myself was wearing two cardigans over my work dresses at a time – so the multiple layers on all of us were giving us a very particular “you’re not from around here, are you?” ragtag kind of look. Of course, that seems positively refreshing considering what temperatures were waiting for us in the steam sauna of DC when we returned.
Here are a couple of scenes from around town…
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Photos by The New Diplomat’s Wife.