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Venecia, I lived in the Deep South for awhile (during the George Wallace era for those of you who might recognize the name) and now live in New England. I love both places (also for different reasons) and would heartily recommend visiting either.

I'd add to the list Denver, Colorado. I recently visited for health reasons and fell in love. While I was there, a thunderstorm rolled through that covered the horizon, with clear, white, jagged lightning strikes, accompanied by that wonderful smell—oh that enchanting, singular smell—that for me brings up both childhood and adult recollections of memorable storms. I just love a good rainfall or storm, whether it be gentle or fierce in nature.

As a geeky science aside, that smell is a mix, according to Scientific American, of ozone, petrichor potpourri, and damp earth. (Hmmm, petrichor potpourri, that just begs more research...)

Anyways, just a shoutout for Denver...