From The Grey House:
Charlie stood and followed Natalia out the restaurant. Out the door, they turned west on Union. It was a nice clear morning, with a soft breeze blowing off the ocean. It carried with it the smell of salt and seaweed. They were in Little Italy, and near enough to Chinatown that the breeze also carried an undertone of Asian and Italian cuisine. It was odd, but familiar and comforting.
