Okay, I'm one of "those" who just doesn't love the urban sprawl. St. Charles (or Chucks as I mockingly call it) is just that. Strip malls and cookie cutter houses. If I had to live like that I would stab myself repeatedly in the eye with a pencil, as well as the neighbour measuring my lawn to make sure it is up to code.
But I'm not going to dwell on that. I will to dwell on the good bits. Like Old St. Charles. Downtown. The cobblestone streets, the old capital! I LOVE downtown St. Chuck! They have a great brewpub (trailhead), many adorable shops, and lots of bars. Picasso is a great coffee house. I would not die if I had to live in this old French Quarter district. On Saturday we saw a wedding, and they always have horse drawn carriages going up and down main street. My favourite tea place is just a few blocks away. The French Quarter is far away from surburbia. It brings out the culture and love in a community.
And I would move there, if I didn't have to admit I lived in St. Chucks. Blah.