Dreamtown

There are mountains and a sea where  I hang my worn hat.  The climate stays mild (in spite of all the apocalyptic hysteria out there.)   I wouldn't trade this geography for any other, though I'd trade it for a similar one somewhere else on the planet, if someone suddenly offered.  Fat chance.

There is a town in the foothills that I visited a long time ago, passed through on my way to the mountains or to the desert beyond, no sea and no views of the sea from up there, but it looked mighty attractive, so that I managed to remember the brief visit. Remember that it exists, but forgot its name and its exact location.  No memory for names. There was a pretty, hilly downtown there, Victorian architecture, greenery, a church, clean streets, friendly atmosphere (or so I thought at the time.)

More recently, when I was considering a move, I recalled my fond memories of this town and decided to try locating it online to check it out and see if reality would confirm the memory.  I didn't have much to go on, only the vague recollections described above, and I haven't succeeded in my search, I haven't moved (for some other, unrelated reasons.) Even with Internet's search engines, online maps, satellite and street level photos at my fingertips, I couldn't find this place.  Did I dream it?