I haven’t given that much thought. I’m always absorbed into my worlds even in the most fantastic cities (sometimes all memories I can recall from great places are my daydreams, that are sometimes brought back by smell). Cities are such great things to dismember and decipher, because like with most things, I make sense-related associations that I don’t know how to translate to unbiased minds. You don’t have my dictionary of the senses. When I see personality in something it is because it strikes me, it sort of - comes up to me. My synaesthesia episodes come from smaller things, like numbers. Sometimes it’s upsetting or annoying - numbers like to show off. x
Anyway, my favourite cities thus far are Prague (Czech Republic), Vienna (Austria), London (England), and I have a likeness with Sydney but it’s just like a friendly acquaintance - I didn’t explore it enough to say it’s a favourite. I must say I really liked San Francisco, but maybe not enough as to feel as welcome as I did in the aforementioned three cities.
(I shall let you know about the personalities, cities are made of people and I can’t see them entirely and make one simple connection. City anxiety? Also, I remember you and I miss Saturn/Chronos as your icon)