Tony Bennett left his heart here, Mark Twain said the coldest winter he ever spent was a summer here, and it's where I'm from, originally. In the "good old days," a trip to my City by the Bay was a pleasure any time, but especially just before Christmas.
Some people, and I am one, feel a little "blue" around the Holidays. Is it the angle of the sun? The short, gloomy days? The leafless trees? For us older folks, it may simply be recalling how things "used to be." I can remember a time when the Holidays were anything but depressing, back when a lady got all dressed up, with hat and gloves, just to go shopping! (Imagine that.)
"The City," as San Francisco is called by all who know her (and please don't say "Frisco") was always at her best when she was done up for Christmas, and store windows would be crammed with the brightest -- not to mention the most outrageously priced -- gifts, all around Union Square. Most magnificent of all was the City of Paris Department Store, with its jaw-dropping Christmas tree soaring three stories above the main floor in the rotunda. (How did they manage to get it in there?) Elegant I. Magnin and trendy Joseph Magnin dress shops were on opposite corners of the street, and Gumps, with its sparkling display windows, on the other side of the Square. A string of glittery little shops and pricey restaurants was just down the street on Maiden Lane. Even without snow, San Francisco was a Winter Wonderland.