Sydney
Apart from Miami, there can be few cities in the world as obsessive about youthful good looks as Sydney. Forget about its tough colonial origins, Sydney today is populated by personal trainers, weight-loss clinics and day spas.
A visitor is quickly seduced by the sight of svelte bodies pounding along the sand at Bondi, and surfers riding the waves at Manly.
Sadly, for Sydney's elderly, life isn't quite as carefree. Earlier this year, newspaper readers were transfixed by the story of Jorge Chambe, a 64-year-old migrant who died alone in his state housing flat - he'd been dead at least a year before his body was discovered.
Chambe, a retiree from Ecuador, had no relatives in Australia, and apparently no close friends. His death went unnoticed, despite the concerns of neighbours, local police and the Meals on Wheels agency that distributes food to the elderly.
The story caused particular embarrassment for the New South Wales Housing Department, which is supposed to carry out regular checks on its tenants aged 60 or above. Matt Brown, the housing minister, blamed the department's oversight on a lack of funds.
'We've got 50,000 tenants over 60 years of age,' he explained. 'But nothing can really take the place of family, friends or good neighbours looking out for each other.'