Cloudy today, which means we may not get the full benefit of the year's longest day. Skies may be grey but the air is warm, and on the metal benches outside Farmfoods there's a full complement of Govanites celebrating the solstice, including labradoodles.
Across the road, the new Cafe 13 is open for business and diners are seated at wooden tables on the pavement, watching the world - that's to say, cars on Govan Road - go by.
I cross over at the green man and find the way blocked by two guys in identical tracksuits and a straggly haired woman who is chastising them both.
"Many's in a packet? Many? 'Mon, how many should there be?"
She's waving a small white cardboard box, the kind that holds pills from the chemist.
"There was twen'y-five," one man replies.
"An' noo there's only five?"
The other man protests, cursing loudly, "It wis him. Know whit he's like. Doons them in a wanner."
"Ssssee," she hisses under her breath, pushing them out her way and turning to fling the packet at them as she storms off.