"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco."
Of course you must have heard this apocryphal quote attributed to Mark Twain by now... probably a million times.
I read somewhere once that SF has about forty different climates within its environs. This really hit home when I was visiting a friend up on Telegraph Hill, and it was snowing. While down on Folsom it was 75 degrees, and cactus thrive out on the Avenues. I love it!
A pity you probably won't see much of the legendary fog then if the weather is that cool.
Perhaps you and the Empress will don some velvets and check out the huge camera obscura out by the beach at Point Lobos.
