Descriptive Essay On The Experience Of A City

The city always seemed to push the stars farther away from the world in the dead of night. Rain had begun to sprinkle downtown and it began to trickle across the top of the parked cars in the street. Vernon was sitting there silently listening to the drizzle outside that sounded like pebbles falling on a tin roof, still thinking about the dreams his been having. The Coffee Cup was like any other diner nestled between apartments and liquor stores. There was seven cut-up stools and behind them against the wall sat a cigarette machine and no smoking sign. The counter was worn from years of service. Two booths sat facing the storefront windows

You seem to have what it takes. But I must warn you, Overtown is one of the oldest cities in Miami. It is known as a dangerous area and locals avoid it because of its high crime rate.

When you think of Twin City, Ga, what comes to your mind? A small town, one red

Breathe in. Breathe out. Take in the air, the bite of the wind, rush of cars and gaze up at the skyscrapers above. For some, Chicago is just another location, a point on the map, but for me it has a special place in my heart, due to the weather, its stunning beauty and the way it gives me a sense of belonging.

Known as the city of “Brotherly Love”, Philadelphia represents a city steeped in rich sports history and tradition. Growing up in the suburbs of Philadelphia, I quickly experienced firsthand the spirit and life of the magnificent city I call my own. Defined by a permeating “never-say-die” attitude Philadelphia sports history contains many highs and lows. However, no highpoint stands as apparent for Philadelphia sports fans as the 2008 World Series.

Her voice breaking the morning silence, the only noises coming from the busy south Boston streets. A little less hectic than an ordinary August day, as it was 5:45 AM on the Friday before Labor Day. And that meant that many people would be taking the long weekend to head down to Cape Cod. I was too hung-over to reply with words but uttered something incoherent. The brightness, which was eye-piercing due to the surrounding buildings’ sun reflection, filled the space in my overpriced apartment. It was a little too nice for someone with only a third year consultant job, but some extra family money never hurt anybody.

It was chilly. It always was. The slight breeze and the overcast clouds provided a gray morning, which to some foreshadowed a sad and droopy day but I saw the hopeful rays of sunshine attempting to leak through the dull, gray bars that separated the warm sun from the cool ground. The lake house: a place where I enjoyed the fruits of having a friendship with the daughter of the family who owned the house. From wakeboarding to tubing to boat rides the lake offered all the amenities one could hope for in a fairly large body of water. Yet these forms of entertainment only amount to the smallest fraction of why the lake house is so integral to my contentment.

Round orbs of yellow light pierce the stale dark air of the garage, as the chain rattles and the huge door creaks and groans while the small engine hums to heave heavy panels up, it reveals the light of day coming in and now the silvery silhouette sits in the middle of the garage, with a stance that looks ready to tackle anything. Approaching the beefy fender the tiny reflective orange dot towards the front, lit up with the rest of the lights. Directly under the broad fender is the rubber wrapped with five symmetrically spaced circles. Slight edging slopes make a symmetrical design around the whole wheel. Directly around the center are five silver bolts. Proceeding down the length of the vehicle we come to the black full side steps with the diamond-stamped design on the top to step up into the cab. Directly above that are the door

Halsted Street, a very familiar name to me. My high school is located nearby the Halsted street in the South Union Ave, so I hear a lot of things about it. But never got a chance to visit it. It is the opposite directions to my home, so I have never been there during all my high school year. When I got there and start my own tour, it just brings me a really different feeling, like you really familiar it but actually you haven’t been there for once.

We all know the big city that everyone loves to talk about and be a part of the experience of a lifetime which is Los Angeles, also known as L.A. It is one of the most known cities in California and around the world where people’s dreams come true. L.A. is best known for its beaches, entertainment, amusements, and the people around the city. It’s also known as “The City of Angels”, which is the spanish word for “Angeles”. It is the second most populous city in the United States after New York. I’ve always known L.A. as a big part of my life, being born in the city of luxury and fame. Growing up, I never knew how much of a big deal LA was until I was in high school. Being around so much popularity and seeing the opportunities that LA has brought to people was amazing to me. From the sports games, to the concerts, to the famous celebrities walking the red carpets brung so much excitement to me and I was glad to experience all of it.

When you mention New York to anyone, they automatically think about Times Square. This beautiful place with skyscrapers, Central Park, and a unique transportation system. However, if you were to ask me what I think about New York; I believe the skyscrapers block the sun, Central park is just a regular park for dogs, and the subway trains rarely run consistently especially in the mornings. I have lived in New York for 18 years, and I have yet to understand what everyone likes about the “ Big Red Apple.”

It’s 7:30am, I step outside onto my apartment balcony. Cars are zooming down the over crowded streets, staunch buildings towering over me blocking the greeny lush hills far away. People rapidly walking down the sidewalk. In front of my eyes are shimmery silver and navy colours reflecting from the sky high buildings, they stand out more than the joyous light blue sky itself. Sounding in my ears are cars angrily roaring every 5 seconds, people barking at taxis to stop, an earth shaking sound that’s mixed with sound of a hurricane that’s just the aeroplane taking off from the city airport. The mouth watering smell of the local bakery down the road lingers through my nose, I can taste those freshly baked scones in my mouth from here.

Paris is like no other place on earth, its beauty is indescribable, the amount of famous structures is astounding, and is attraction draws many tourists there every year. My experience touring Paris will always be on of my favorite memories. Everywhere I looked, it was as if I was in a dream. There was so much elegance in such simple structures it seemed unrealistic. Wherever I went, it seemed as if the magnificence only grew with each passing step.

          The city I propose as a perfect city, would be as close to an ecocity as possible, although have some differences. For example, for electrical needs, I would suggest the city have a solar power plant, but on those desperate times, energy would be bought from other electrical plants from nearby towns or states.

Linyi is my hometown, and I am deeply in love with my hometown. Linyi is a beautiful place. There are flowers, grass, mountain, water, fresh air. The people here are sincere, hardworking, simple and kind. Always working for the city and work hard. Linyi is a prefecture-level city in Shandong Province, which is the largest and most populous city in Shandong Province. It is located in the southeast of Shandong Province, near the Yellow Sea, east of sunshine, west Zaozhuang, Jining, Tai 'an, north Zibo, Weifang, south of Jiangsu. Prefecture-level Linyi City jurisdiction Lanshan, Luo Zhuang, Hedong 3 District and Tancheng, Lanling, Junan, Yishui, Yinan, Pingyi, Fei County, Mengyin, Linshu 9 counties. My family in Yishui county.