Old San Francisco - the one so many nostalgics yearn for - had buildings that related well to each other.
New Yorkers are stuck in a gloomy mucilage of mutual commiseration.
The waterfront without the Ferry Tower would be like a birthday cake without a candle.
Cockroaches and socialites are the only things that can stay up all night and eat anything.
There are a thousand viewpoints in the viewtiful city.
The only thing wrong with immortality is that it tends to go on forever.