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I Left My Heart in San Francisco
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In Seattle, it was pigs. In
Napa/Sonoma, there are cows.
But in the city of San Francisco, there could be nothing but hearts.
After all, it's the city with a dock on the bay, where we left our hearts
in artistic display.
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Hearts in San Francisco
is a community art project that will benefit the San Francisco General
Hospital Medical Center. The hearts have been on display
since spring, and will continue to sit on street sides until the end of
September. While there are hearts all over the city, the traffic
challenged can view a good collection of them starting at the Ferry building
across from One Market and working your way up Market. |
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I left my Heart in San
Francisco
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
And I'm coming 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!
And the morning fog will chill the air
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| This heart of braided girls used to sit on Market, but is now hidden
behind the carousel and Museum at Moscone Center.
There's also a fine children's play area (with sand and water), stone
checker boards and a finger labyrinth.
Across the way, Yerba Buena gardens hosts several hidden glittering treasures. |
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My love waits there (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! 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!
And the morning fog will chill the air
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| Then again, no need to seek out hearts, when they just sit
waiting by Bart entrances (Montgomery)
Union Square is also host to incredible collection of hearts and other
art projects. Be sure to look in the windows at the old F.A.O Schwartz. |
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I don't care
My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come
When I come home to you, San Francisco,
Your golden sun will shine for me! Yeah |
 & (Cory George C. Jr./Cross Douglass) |
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