Christmas comes to San Francisco in many guises.
Christmas colours come to public transport with the longest nails I have ever seen. The driver related how people told her she wouldn’t be able to tenpin bowl with them. However, recalling her father’s words, “You can do whatever you set your mind to,” she went right ahead and now wins trophies using specially drilled bowls.
Snow lights in The Hyatt on Market St.
The Christmas scene at the foot of the sculpture contains a festive Golden Gate Bridge.
Any tree can be a Christmas tree in San Francisco…
…with natural decorations (Golden Gate Park)…
The best tree decorations of all.
A student choir performs in the street.
The golden notes from a brass quintet flow around the curves and arches of Mission Dolores. A man in his forties sobs openly in a pew while others are bathed in the rosy light of a stained glass window.
Lack of an Inn
Activities with Loved Ones
Afternoon teas followed by evenings at The Nutcracker ballet.
Balmy Street in The Mission.
Chestnuts (or, in This Case, Unidentified Objects) Roasting on an Open Fire
Hot apple cider
McCloskey’s “Oranges in Tissue Paper” from The de Young Museum. Legend has it that Bishop Nicholas (later St Nicholas) of Turkey put gold bags or balls in the stockings of three poor sisters. Oranges in Christmas stockings hark back to this.
A giant gingerbread house.
Dispossession, disenchantment and expletive-laden mutterings shuffle along the streets.
This Salvation Army bell-ringer is one of the many who set the streets a-tingle looking for donations at Christmas.
In the midst of commercialism, homelessness and mental illness, one group tries to make a difference.
I inadvertently attended two weddings of same-sex couples beneath the Hope Christmas Tree in the Town Hall. In the back right, the bust of Harvey Milk, a visionary and the first openly gay person to be elected to public office in California, watches, smiling.