The marine layer usually arrives around the third act, which is when everyone reaches for the jacket they were told to bring and nobody leaves anyway. Amici Park is a small amphitheatre wedged between restaurants, so the air smells like garlic and jasmine while an Italian film runs with English subtitles and the whole park spends two hours living somewhere else. Cinema Little Italy has been doing this quietly for years, without fanfare, on a patch of grass most of the city walks straight past. The programming rotates week to week — neorealism one Saturday, comedy the next, always something you would never have found on your own. People bring their own blankets and a bottle of something red. Free, outdoors, summer evenings in the heart of the neighborhood. Bring the person who will argue with you about the ending the entire walk home.