Bangcock, Thailand can be my fig leaf city. I spent a little time there as a child and was frightened at the prospect of accepting something I knew nothing of , yet. The elephants were too big, the river to dirty and the food was far too different.
As an adult I've revisted and found the elephants to be charming. The city can be harsh but honest in a kind way and the food something my body desperately needed to taste for my body's survival. It's just as charming in the early morning asit is at dusk or midnight. It's constanly changing and the only thing that's permanant.