I love the rhythm of cities: Locals (not tourists) fill up the market stalls at the end of the day and begin walking home with fresh greens and a warm baguette poking out of their tote, flowers under their arm. I like to fantasize about the chic lofts in which they'll have their friends over for a dinner party.
My little slice of urban nirvana? Byward Market...and my hotel room. Not quite as sexy, but I still dig it.
Dude. I know. A Grand Prix of Cheese. Seriously.