The City by the Bay is, of course, known for its fog, as a chorus of harmonically aligned fog horns makes clear on many days and most nights. The thick mist is beautiful and romantic, but, as a very long walk Sunday through the Presidio, out to the Pacific Ocean and along the dock of the bay reminded me, it is not especially kind to a carefully managed hairdo.
My chin-length brunette tresses, which at their best resemble Elizabeth Taylor's hairstyle circa 1957, became what some might call ringlets. Lovely on Andie MacDowell in Greystoke. More like a Jewfro on me.
I'm not a self-hating curlyhead; I've never ironed my hair, nor have I had it straightened. I'd just like my hair to do what I want it to. Of course, I am not alone in this, which is why hair care is a multibillion-dollar industry. And the reason celebrities' curly hair looks perfect on screen, in magazines, and on the red carpet is that a stylist is standing just off camera with hair spray, a comb and a curling iron to reshape those curls.
So my hair wasn't perfect. But the walk was.
The Golden Gate Bridge from Baker Beach.