We viewed the partially obscured sun carefully, projecting the shape through a pin hole onto a piece of paper. The sun remained far too bright to risk direct viewing, even through sun glasses.
But it wasn't necessary to catch the sun's image to appreciate the strangeness of a diminished sun. A glance at the shadows on pavement would do.
Tree leaves waving in the breeze cast strange crescent shapes.
That strange light did evoke magical awe, even on an ordinary Sunday in San Francisco.