In the city where he bent on one knee beside a candlelit fountain under the moonlight, went through 3 years of memories getting to know me and observing me with others, where he opened a treasure chest that still sits in our bedroom (when we have one - grin) and took out momentos he had kept from all those memories.  Where he finally took out a ring and recited to me Proverbs 12:4, "A wife of noble character is her husbands crown", and then asked me to be his crown.

I can't think of a city we enjoy more.