The Chronicle ran an article earlier this week about so-called "tourism envy" -- that is, the fact that the dollar being about as valuable as a mint collection of John Edwards campaign buttons means that Europeans, Asians, Australians, and presumably Antarcticans are dancing gaily through the streets of San Francisco with designer shopping bags on every arm and cash flowing as freely as Napa Valley cabernet.
My take: given our recent bout of typical San Francisco summertime weather, the dancing is to keep from freezing to death and the shopping bags are full of anything that even looks like it might slow down the bone-chilling ocean breath that turns Market Street into a wind tunnel.
Say what one will about this city, it punishes those who treat it as a midyear fling and pampers those of us who stick with it until September.
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