We're driving out of San Francisco.

And I can't say I left my heart there. I mean, it was nice. But it's not something I'd fall in love with.
It's a pity, but I felt that way at one point. I felt like I loved it. But I realize now that all my love towards that city was based on my childhood memories. And as it seems to be, it's my childhood that I love.
The city hasn't changed, really. The people have.
The buildings have too, a bit. But it's still San Francisco, you see. San Francisco is still what you call it.

I love reading the writings of others about this city. Others, who unlike myself, didn't get to see it in its present state.