If Paris is a city of lights, Sydney is the city of fireworks.
Sydney is rather like an arrogant lover. When it rains it can deny you its love and you can find it hard to relate to. It's not a place that's built to be rainy or cold. But when the sun comes out, it bats its eyelids, it's glamorous, beautiful, attractive, smart, and it's very hard to get away from its magnetic pull.
They say money can't buy happiness. But it can book your flight to Sydney - which is kinda the same.
You can leave Sydney, but it will never leave you.