In San Francisco, we have a street named after Mark Twain. The author is often attributed with the line “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco,” though in truth, he never made such a claim. How the quote became credited to Twain is unclear.

All afternoon the thermometer flirted with 70, and I was outdoors in the bleached California sunlight wearing a sleeveless summer dress. This is what San Francisco feels like in November: glorious.