The city's nice in the Fall, but the mountains up in New Hampshire and Vermont are MUCH prettier. Rosie can attest to that. There's nothing like driving through the mountains when it's chilly and smelling wood smoke in peoples' fireplaces.
BTW, the kids LOVED that Opera DVD!! They laughed like fools!
They've outlawed leaf-burning in most large Michigan cities. But one year, visiting relatives in Chesaning (pop. 5000), I drove through while some folks were burning leaves. I was flooded with memories of that aroma back when I was a kid, and the government kindly let us burn leaves.
Around here, fall color is always "iffy". You need the right weather, sunny skies, no rain, and a weekend. Most of the best fall color around here is wasted on weekdays.
One particularly fine day found me driving down a one-lane country dirt road, with nothing but oaks and maples everywhere. The sky was a brilliant blue, and the canopy was flourescent red and yellow. Going up a small hill, there was nothing on the road ahead of me except bright blue sky.
I don't have a picture of it, but it's stored securely in my heart.