Post #8: The Lovliness of Paris

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!

It's a rather cold, frosty morning here in San Francisco. We made a last-minute trip to the Bay Area to get away and, oh but it is refreshing! Crisp, comfy bedding (with a triple layer blanket) and a rain-style shower head made for a relaxing evening. This morning, we had breakfast in a divey little place, huddled around the smallest little end-table-ish table and enjoyed deliciously fresh fruit, Belgian waffles, & scrambled eggs with bacon and cheese. Add to that my requisite freshly-brewed iced tea, and I suspect that's what the food in Heaven will be like!

Having never lived in a big city, I love the anonymous-ness of being in one. Every time I visit a large city I'm impressed by the way the large-city-folk respect personal space even when there's obviously not enough space to go around, and I love the standing-ovation-bravo-yelling way that the diversity of fellow humans is applauded when milling amongst the skyscrapers. Someday I'm going to live in a big city with long overcoats, scarves, knit hats, and gloves...the whole shebang! In the meantime, I will have to just visit when the glass of my small-city life overflows and I need to get away from the small-city folk.

Now we're off to join the tourists at Fisherman's Warf, then we'll tool about in the city by the bay and do our best to not leave our hearts here when we drive back home. Can you hear me humming the chorus of that Tony Bennett tune as I drive away?