Where the streets have no name... but a lot else

Cobble stones, red brick houses, a canal running through it and 700-plus years of history.
Dublin had a lot going for it even before U2 wrote Where the streets have no name. Throw in some spectacular churches and a pub on every corner and you have a city i could be happy living in.
What strikes me most about Dublin is the sense of having existed for ages, that the city exudes. Of having witnessed the evolution of a nation. Of standing like a proud and true testament to the value of culture and heritage.
Pune could have been that.