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| ‘Keep xxxx Weird’ extol local bumper stickers. All those longhorn tattoos and car-window stickers you see? Those are Bevo, the mascot: ‘Hook ’em horns!’ | |
| xxxx is a pretty city covered with trees and elegant homes. Distinct neighbourhoods are like friendly small towns. Racial tensions are minimal in ‘The City Too Busy To Hate’ | |
| Think of any song involving a pickup truck, a bottle of booze, a no-good woman, or a late lamented hound dog, and chances are it came from xxxx | |
| xxxx has such a colourful past for such a fogyish city. Mark Twain said he wanted to be here when the world ends, as the city is always 20 years behind the times | |
| Clearly, xxxx has an image problem. While the city does waft a sort of bombed-out early East Berlin vibe, it’s this that fuel a raw urban energy you won’t find anywhere else | |
| xxxx is a testament to prairie ingenuity. Found a place to make a city, but there are no trees? No drama, just plant a few thousand. Want some water? Easy, we’ll make a lake | |
| …notable for cutting-edge concepts like molecular gastronomy and burly bricks of sausage-stuffed deep-dish. Residents in the ‘city that works’ play pretty damn hard… | |
| Nicknamed Nap Town, xxxx is, truth be told, kind of snore-evoking. An exception is the museum, where you can ogle racecars and take a spin around the renowned speedway | |
| a blend of ethnicities, a cacophonous mixture of language, custom and cuisine served with generous helpings of hospitality. It has the only royal palace in the country | |
| Big hair, big egos and big guns, flashy TV-show millionaires. The reality is not unrelated. OK, while the hairstyles have been tamed, xxxx is still highly image-conscious | |
| Often regarded like America’s dirty little secret, xxxx is a bastion of naughty, hangover-inducing weekends for people from all walks of life | |
| A fact not mentioned in the tourist brochures: before Ozzy Osbourne married Sharon and she started cooking for him, he bit the head off a bat here in 1982 | |
| It's pure Old World Europe right smack in North America, boisterous and down-to-earth, the only walled city on the continent north of Mexico | |
| The attractive capital continues to impress. The postcard-perfect Parliament regally anchors the downtown core at the confluence of three gushing rivers | |
| xxxx walks the line between American cultural osmosis and staunch northern independence. Masters of this balancing act, locals embrace both worlds with verve | |
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| isolation and self-sufficiency have allowed it to evolve into an honest city that can handle being the butt of the Simpsons gag, ‘That’s it! We’re all going back to xxxx!’ | |
| Kayakers bobble past, waving at friends on the beach. A chattery hubbub bounces off the gleaming glass towers that forest the city like latter-day totems | |
| Historically xxxx, the only de facto bilingual city on the continent, has been torn right in half, the ‘Main’ being the dividing line between Francophones and Anglos | |
| Welcome to xxxx, whose perpetually cloudy skies mean that if the sun peeks out for a second, everyone drops whatever they’re doing and gears up to take their kayaks out | |
| xxxx? Is that the place with the big mall? Yes, that is xxxx’s greatest hit, but this provincial capital is so much more than just a working class oil boomtown | |
| xxxx has become so much more than a gateway to opportunity – it’s a city of triumph, a capital of exploration and experimentation, where one is truly free to be themselves | |
| Yes, the city runs thick on superficiality, self-absorption and sunshine, but c’mon, isn’t that the point? Have fun. Reinvent. Shop. Hike. Surf. Party. xxxx is yours to grab | |
| Founded in 1914 as a work camp, the city was devastated by the 1964 earthquake but quickly rebounded as the industry headquarters for the oil boom | |
| There aren’t polar bear wandering the streets, you can’t hear belugas singing. The only truth about xxxx you’ve experienced is that you’ve already got six bug bites | |
| With its rich history, grand architecture and world-renowned academic and cultural institutions, the city radiates the glory it has garnered over the last four centuries | |
| fantabulous gay party scene, mad rednecks, the cast-off spawn of the dinosaur age cruising the waterways, and a celebrity scene that would make OK! magazine wee itself in joy | |
| A lot of cities try to be hip, stylish. xxxx says screw that, and God bless her. Like a criminal-turned-musician, xxxx has a twinkle in the eye and a wisecrack on the lips | |
| northernmost Caribbean city. Precious architecture stands by careening overloaded junk trucks, sumptuous delicacies tickle palates while offal in the streets offends the eyes | |
| Grab your coat and a handful of glitter, and enter the land of fog and fabulousness. So long, inhibitions; hello, xxxx | |
| Real locals might be opinionated as hell, but they’re also twice as warm, so come visit, and see a global capital that’s local enough to love | |
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