My city

I picture...A city with narrow cobble stone streets
Lined with shops and houses quaint and sweet
Old stone bridges arch over water canals
Under its cover boats and lovers corral
This place is where west meets east
Towers and minarets like mountain peaks 
Starry nights ignite street lights
Fountains spring street life
A city of curious mystery
Orators recite its mythological history
Its many paths and alley ways
Bends and twist beyond my gaze
Around which are sights that amaze
I picture a city to spend my days