On my walk today, I thought about how pretty Washington, DC is. I take it for granted, walking in a lovely manicured park along the Potomac River. People out in canoes, and kayaks, people biking and walking.
I started to think about all the lovely places I have lived.
— Boston with the Charles River and the Bay
— Minneapolis with its parks and lakes
— Denver looking up to the Rocky Mountains
— Oakland across the Bay from San Francisco
— Dunedin, Florida, 8 blocks from white sand beaches on the Gulf of Mexico
— The Hague, The Netherlands, with the beaches at Scheveningen and, of course, the flowers
— Lugano, Switzerland, overlooking Lake Lugano and the Italian Alps
— Bogota, Colombia, atop the Andes Mountains
— Rangoon, Burma, with its Pagodas
— Mexico City, with it parks surrounded by mountains
— Austin, Texas, overlooking Lake Travis
— Moscow, Russia, with all its parks and trees, and of course the Kremlin by the river
And I was trying to think of something nice to say about Lagos, Nigeria, but I had some difficulty. We lived in a nice house on the Bay, and we had neighbors who kept turkeys.