Whomever labelled it the four seasons, didn't count the good stuff that happens in between. What we have here is not summer, but it is not exactly fall either. Some people are still in flip flops (aka denial), and the outdoor serving is still running on full steam (albeit with heat lamps and blankets). It is the twilight moment, with blinding sun, shifting winds and pink evenings arriving earlier every day. Like nuts for the winter now is the time to really take in the beauty. Bad news: it is a disappearing act. Good news: it is everywhere.
My crazy beautiful city.