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In no particular order, some favorite cities I've been to or lived in:
Montreal: Beautiful. Clean. Amazing art and architecture history. Cool people.
New Orleans: Strange, almost like a dream. Pretty. Dirty. Creepy. Lovely. Sex, sex, sex. The food! The friendly people. Great mix of people. Dangerous. Comfortable. Loved the homes and apartments. The trolleys to the Garden District. The artistry and smallness of the place. You can walk all over the city, but you might just get stabbed if you walk down the wrong street.
Philadelphia: Haunted, in a way. So old yet so contemporary. AMAZING MUSEUMS!!!! Mutter. Mercer. The Philadelphia Museum of Art (great Duchamp collection). Lovely old streets. Graveyards. Old prisons. And it's all there together, smashed up against each other. Life. Death. Wealth. Poverty. It is truly a great and sad and beautiful and hopeful and tragic and strange American city. I'd love to live there someday, for a time. Great pubs, too! This might be my favorite American city.
New York. Seems to need no explanation. I fell in love with the concrete jungle but it broke my heart. And now it's that relationship that haunts me when I dream. And I always want to revisit it, but I doubt I'd ever want to fall in love with it again. I'm too weak a person for NYC, I think. When I thrived there, I really thrived. But when I was down, I'd never been so down before. Those tall buildings just rob me of happy inducing sunshine. Then again, free museums, and the museums that aren’t free? Still fantastic. Great dive bars (Blue & Gold!). The Lower East Side. The ballet. So much to do there.
Los Angeles: Home sweet home.
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