After two brilliantly sunny days here in San Francisco, I can hardly complain about a bit of rain. Northern California needs rain. It's facing a drought. I even heard mention of a restaurant that will only bring water to the table on request, citing the drought. But last night's and this morning's rain has left a city sodden with water. The sidewalks are awash, the damp is everywhere - the sort that soaks through your shoes and makes your whole body feel waterlogged.
So on my last morning here, I turned to the local diner as a handy retreat from the rain. Fountain's on Market, playing 50s rock'n'roll, and serving food to match. I had a pancake dish called a "Fumble" - well it is the day of the Super Bowl - which will set me up at least until I'm back in blighty. Great value, prompt and friendly service. Not quite in sync with City Lights or Haight Ashbury (my plans to go there abandoned because of the deluge, but somehow hippy San Francisco hasn't survived quite as well as the Beat city) but not a bad way of rounding off my stay.
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