I Left my Heart in San Francisco

Heart by Lynda Dann on Market Street

“Hearts in San Francisco Project 2004”

Well,.. among other places of course… But San Francisco for some reason has something special, something unique and on the other hand something very European. On the four trips I’ve made to this great city so far I always felt at home but still experiencing new things.

Obviously, as a tourist, one visits Fisherman’s Wharf with Alcatraz situated just off the mainland, the crooked Lombard Street, the magnificent Golden Gate Bridge which is especially pretty seen from Battery Spencer when the morning or evening fog rolls in, Chinatown, Alamo Square with it’s most photographed “postcard row” of Victorian houses, the murals in Mission District, Nob Hill, The Transamerica Pyramid and Coit Tower.

Now a visit to San Francisco is absolutely incomplete if one doesn’t take a ride on a cable car. The most exciting ride is on the Powell-Mason line which begins at the Powell/ Market turntable, and the line runs from there up and over Nob Hill and down to Bay Street at Fisherman's Wharf.


The loveliness of Paris
Seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome
Is of another day
I've been terribly alone
And forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home to my city by the bay.

I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me.
To be where little cable cars
Climb halfway to the stars!
The morning fog may chill the air
I don't care!
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, San Francisco,
Your golden sun will shine for me!
(Composed by Douglass Cross and Geroge Cory - 1954)