We spent a lovely weekend among nude bicyclists and (clothed) hula-hoopers. San Francisco just can’t help being itself. On Saturday, Geoff and Steven took us to browse modern art at the De Young Museum. I wondered whether anyone outside of the 1990s could appreciate those brash Dale Chihuly explosions of glass, but the Andy Goldsworthy faultlines to the front door were pretty inspired. After a lot of walking, we treated ourselves to salted caramel ice cream at Bi-Rite Creamery, which was worth standing in line for. On Sunday, we were disappointed to find grandpa’s favorite Lichee Garden had stopped serving dimsum. So we got our xiao long bao at the very satisfactory City View instead. Carla showed us the art of hooping to dance music at the Embarcadero and we finished off the trip with the most perfect latte I’ve ever had at Blue Bottle Coffee in the Ferry Building.