The end-less cities

Have you ever had the feeling that you could wander around a city for hours, get lost in it for days and yet never come to the same spot? A city where for months (even years) you would not need to come back to have a beer at the same bar, or eat in the same restaurant. Cities where there are so many things going on, so much life buldging, bubbling, that you could not do it all, no matter how many of your sleepless nights you invested. Those, I call Endless cities, and so far I have only met 2: New York and Paris.
And I would not live in any of them. I guess I have grown too used to my confortably small Barcelona, where I know the places to go, where I don't get lost, and where adventure is reduced to a few new spots that I had not seen before. I am not saying that nothing happens, I am just clarifying that is occurs at a smaller scale and a lower pace. It feels better for me. The endless cities are too much: my imagination gets lost and the boundaries of my life too streched. Maybe it is because I like having control over things within reach? (I guess that relates to the explanation of my marital situation??? hahahahahaha)