If you didn’t see Farhad Manjoo’s treatise on the weather in the Sunset District posted at Slate last week, that’s probably just fine by real estate brokers with listings there. Manjoo apparently doesn’t do well with damp. An excerpt:
If you start at the Bay Bridge and head west along most major streets in San Francisco, you’ll eventually get to a magical land of misery known as the Sunset. The name is a joke, and perhaps even a way to trick tourists: The sun rarely visits the Sunset, not even when it sets. The primary weather element in the Sunset is fog—thick, endless, depressive clouds of it that wash up from the ocean to completely saturate the land. I lived in the Sunset for a single, terrible year.
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I’d heard the Sunset’s weather wasn’t great, but hey, how bad could it be?
It was bad. Too bad for me; after our lease was up, my wife and I moved to the suburbs. Looking back, what bothered me most wasn’t the terrible climate—though I did hate it—but the vast difference between the Sunset’s weather and the weather everywhere else. Whatever meteorological patterns applied in normal parts of San Francisco didn’t seem to apply to the Sunset, which meant that forecasts for the city held no sway there. If the weatherman said it was going to be 80 and sunny, it was probably 55 and cloudy at my house.
Add: The photo, by Michael Cuffe and posted at NOAA.gov, is of last February’s “trace” of snowfall in the Sunset.
[Hat tip: San Francisco Citizen]
