Another homage to my hometown

Hobart is like a beautiful, aged little town in Europe. The sort of town you wander around wondering what it would be like to live there; watching the locals to see if the beauty of their surroundings has somehow made them glow. Certainly, they are more intelligent, creative and vibrant than your suburban Joe. That's Hobart. But now you have to place the town under a mountain and beside a river and litter it with trees and well-tended gardens. So now the people are also earthy, ample, generous souls atuned to the seasons and the growing of things. They're sophisticated, but they dress down. That's my folks. It's swell being home.