When I was 18, all I wanted was the city. And what a city it was! London- fun, fashion and the centre of my universe. Jakesprinter has reminded me of that, with his theme for the Sunday Post this week, City.
As I grew older, it didn’t seem the place to raise a family. I returned to my northern roots. But the city was never too far away, whether I needed culture, or just a place to crane my neck to look up at the sky.
Life can be quixotic, and for me this came in the form of my Polish family, rising from the embers of the past. The cities it brought me to explore were survivors, and especially beautiful for that.
I don’t truly consider myself a city person any more, but just sometimes I lose my heart to a city. (You knew there was a song in there, bursting to get out, didn’t you? Yes, I always did want to see San Francisco, but I haven’t made it there yet)
I expect you know the city I’m talking about. I’ve talked about nothing else since I got home.
So yes, I have lost my heart to a city by a bay, but it’s not San Francisco. It’s Portugal’s fine northern city, Porto. As usual, I have Jake to thank for allowing me to share these memories, old and new. What does a city mean to you? Jakesprinter’s bound to have lots of great examples. Follow the links or click on the flying dragon logo to share.