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For me, the romance of San Francisco
begins at Fisherman's Wharf. The Golden
Gate Bridge stands as a
welcoming sentinel, while sunset bathes the fog shrouded air and glistens
on the moist pavement.
Aficionados of San Francisco will note my many romantic touches: replacing
the contemporary wharf electric trolleys with the more colorful and
nostalgic cable cars, clearing away some of the
fisherman's shacks along Scoma's pier to allow a less interrupted view of
the famous Golden Gate, dressing the scene with an uninterrupted flow of
vintage vehicles. On the top floor of famous Castagnola's restaurant, I
even included a depiction of myself as a little boy looking out in awe at
the distant bay as a fog shrouded ship departs for points unknown. Perhaps
the romance of the "City by the Bay", at least for me, began in childhood
with such whimsical daydreams.
-- Thomas Kinkade |
