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What do you love about where you live?

When people ask me what I love about where I live, I don’t have to think twice — it’s the feeling that this place knows me, and I know it.

It’s the streets, darling. The way I can walk them in heels and they feel like old friends beneath me. They’ve seen me rush to appointments, linger with coffee in hand, and stop dead in my tracks just to admire a sunset between the rooftops.

It’s the cafés — not just the menus, but the murmurs. I love how I can slide into a corner table and the barista already knows my “usual.” There’s a comfort in that ritual, in being part of the background music of a place.

It’s the rhythm of the mornings. The clink of cups, the shuffle of newspapers, the hum of people on their way to somewhere. Somehow it makes me feel both small and infinite, part of something bigger while still entirely myself.

And then there are the evenings — when the lights twinkle on like jewels scattered across the streets, and the air shifts from busy to intimate. There’s magic in that transformation. It’s as though the city changes outfits just to dazzle us one more time before bed.

But most of all, I love the sense of belonging. This place holds my laughter, my little embarrassments, my whispered secrets. It has absorbed them like the walls of a favorite old apartment. Here, I am not just a visitor — I am a thread in the fabric.

And darling, that’s the beauty of it. It doesn’t matter if it’s a grand city or a quiet town — what I love most is that it feels like mine, and that feeling, no matter where you are, is the truest luxury of all.

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋