I realize that the rest of the country is sizzling, so it may be a bit unfair to flaunt our lovely, cool, SF summer fog. But flaunt it, I must. My new morning walk takes me down the hill, through Chinatown, across Broadway, a brief stop at Caffe Trieste for cappuccino, along Grant, another brief stop at the French American Bakery for an anise biscotti and then up the hill to Coit Tower. If I am there early, it is just a few ladies practicing Tai Chi and me. Any later than 9:45, and I am joined by lots of tourists, mainly from Germany or France. Weak $ = more tourists. Good for them, and us (at home).