A city is not its landmarks,
They are merely brick and mortar mascara,
Traps for tourists,
A city is its soul,
The veins of the urban centres,
The cobblestone lifeblood of a city,
The alleyways and sights less seen,
The sights and spices and blood,
The sweat and tears and backstreets,
In these asphalt warrens,
You’ll see the real life of the city,
The real people,
The blood cells through these capillaries.
WorldofHarley 
To know the heart of the city is to dwell in her presence.
You are absolutely right there my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Well penned, my friend. The heart of a city is its people their vibes, hopes and dreams.
Absolutely! A city is not its superficial qualities. Thank you my friend.
The Oldschool Harlequin