I swear every time I visit San Francisco I leave thinking it’s the coldest place on earth. The last two visits (seen here) I missed the sunshine by a mere 2 days so in all fairness it has been a case of bad timing and sporadic visits. But for my most recent trip north I couldn’t wait to bundle up and soak in the peacoat-needed weather. I didn’t even bother checking the forecast and packed all my coziest layers including a new knit hat I picked up for fall. True to my track record we arrived to a fog banked city that everyone was claiming had “just arrived”. Between outings we warmed up in our cozy room at the Four Seasons that had the best view of downtown San Fran.