Every place I have lived has something about it that I enjoy.  No matter how miserable a place makes me, I find something I really enjoy.  In Sweden, I loved how everything looked covered in snow.  In Copenhagen, it was the smell of the air in the fall.  In New York it was all the lights.  In Washington it was the feeling I was walking through something famous.

Now it was getting a little too À la recherche du temps perdu up in this piece, so let’s bring it back to the usual stuff that appears up here:

Stickers.  Yeah.  That’s what I said.  Stickers.  That’s what I love in Downtown Crossing, up Bahstan way.  Whoever decorates the area is some kind of genius.