My theory is that you can grow to love any city if you spend the summer there. Given enough light and heat, any city becomes more beautiful. I say this because all of my city loves -- Boston, Tokyo, a fledgling crush on New York and Paris (and probably Madrid when I leave, we shall see) -- started in the summer.
I don't know if this is a latent evolutionary desire for warmth and ease of finding food that leads me to love this season, or just the natural impulse of someone who has spent seventeen years on the schedule that says summer is the time of really truly being, but most of my giddy memories are edged in light.
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