Terri Judd finds a city with small-town heart.
In a small park in downtown Scottsdale stands a statue of former mayor Herb Drinkwater, resplendent in Arizona's obligatory cowboy hat. The memorial below reads: "His heroism is well documented. He saved a life using the Heimlich Maneuver, changed tires for strangers, helped a policeman subdue a suspect, administered life-saving CPR to a man struck by lightning, and prevented a bull from charging into a group of children at a Parada del Sol Rodeo.''
It is a delicious slice of smalltown in a city now better known for golf courses, spas and Louis Vuitton outlets. It may be dubbed the Rodeo Drive of the Grand Canyon state, but Scottsdale still has heart. There's an obvious city centre to stroll through here, where cool mist sprayed from buildings soothes the inhabitants in constant defiance of the desert heat.
Surrounding the late Mr Drinkwater in Scottsdale Cultural Park is a clear sign the burghers have made every effort to shake off an image of being a playground for the rich: an "interactive outdoor gallery''. An eclectic gathering of art from Robert Winslow's Mooresque Freedom to Robert Indiana's giant LOVE is dotted between fountains and giant purple flowering artichokes.
For the perfect slice of this city, take a swift stroll south to the Museum of Contemporary Art, a small but perfectly formed showcase of modern sculpture and more unorthodox displays including the young@art room, where students are invited to scribble their thoughts in an interactive display. A two-minute walk east along 2nd St and up Brown Ave takes you to the Old Town, a step into a kitsch version of Arizona's history and possibly the only Wild West town with a sushi bar.