I love walking around the Canning Street/Falkner Square area on winters nights. No, not for prostitutes your dirty b'stard but for the atmosphere of the place. Old Jack the Ripperesque terraces, cobbled back alleys, unchanged for decades if not centuries. Mock gas lamps, then the tower of the Anglican cathedral popping up over the rooftops. It's that district for me and of course a ghost story or two in the area concerning Hope St and Rodney St.