The skyline at Hong Kong is next to none especially in the afternoon sun and when the evening approaches night the harbor glitters with a million lights...
The Los Angeles of Raymond Chandler. The Paris of Ernest Hemingway. The Berlin of Christopher Isherwood. The San Francisco of Dashiell Hammett or Armistead Maupin.
At least it wasn’t the Manhattan of my parents and grandparents’ world, a baron wasteland full of borsch belt comics turned ad men on Madison Ave.
The dream now: a small cottage in a Tuscan village with the freedom to write all day with the inspiring backdrop of Italy behind me, my husband returning from his teaching duties with his arms full
My favorite city is on the planet Chiron in the Alpha-Centauri system. Before you think me mad - read about "Voyage From Yesteryear" by James P.
My favorite city is not a city, it's a tiny village with 900 inhabitants--more a large family than a metropolis.
Whenever it is Mid Winter (or at least not Summer) in my soul, I long to leave th
(for Vic Mizzy)
My New York. There are flashes of memory as pulsing as the disconnected views from a subway window. Riding the A train to the Cloisters with Duke Ellington in m
There is no city like Gotham City. Okay, yes, that's a bit on the nose, with Gotham being fictional and all. And it's hard to say that any other city, both real or imaginary, could be anything
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