Damascus, Syria.
The most beautiful city I have ever laid my lucky little eyes upon. Of course the old (5000 years) City with its drapings of green, and smells of water pipes and not too sweet sweets is helped by such a mix of faces/races. Its the Arab men in their full desert gears, that means I'm up by 6am and sipping thick black coffees wearing a wide grin. I like very much.
I'm sleeping on the roof of an old guest house, and wandering for hours in the Souks (markets). happy.