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The click of heels on concrete; the juxtaposition of soaring modern architecture and street vendors pedaling Versace knockoffs; the commingling scents of exhaust and blooming Bradford pear trees; the whimsy of the quick striding pierced young woman and the poignancy of the nattily dressed old man shuffling along . The city is full of life all day and deep into the night.
I grew up in rural Southern California – close enough to see the bright lights of Los Angeles, and far enough to have to drive forty minutes to see a movie. Open grass fields, rolling hills and acres of oak trees do hold a magic allure – for other people. I wanted those bright lights.
Falling in love in a big city holds all the possibilities of sensual experiences like street art and museum art, unique dining away from the sameness of chains, sparkle and shine in glass and lights, anonymity and excitement. The city is ying and yang and experiences both profound and profane.
I can’t think of a better setting for romance.
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