My perfect city

It’s been a long time. And I’m finding it hard to find a good comeback 99 to kickstart, if not the blog, then at least me, again.
But something that’s been on my mind is: what makes a beautiful city? In my perfect Utopia, there has to be a racecourse. And there has to be no, not a single flyover. Also you can have a railway station, but no Metros or Monorails. Ideally, a river should run through it.
My beloved Pune had the chance to be a perfect city, once it had stopped being a town. If only…