And despite everything, New York will always be there. In all of its extraordinary glory.
Travel to London, Paris, Dubai… still… all the others seem to pale in comparison to New York City. I’m not saying its my favorite city, it is just a city like none other.
Sitting here in a cafe on Broadway between 62nd and 63rd… I would rather sit here and look out the window than almost any TV or computer screen ever. Around the corner from the Julliard School and the Mercedes Benz Fashion Week. Bizarrely tall models and pretty people walk by and sit around the cafe sipping their drinks and talk in all sorts of accents. A photographer is sitting nearby working through his take. A short, slightly hyper girl comes in – obviously someone’s personal assistant – and orders two carriers full of coffees and frappes and other various and sundry drinks.
Around the corner and just out of view is Central Park, the slightly sad ponies pulling carriages moseying around like Eeyore, staring at the ground as they walk. There goes a NYPD car, giving the stopped taxi a whoop-whoop “Move on, please” as the passenger fumbles for change. And there’s a firetruck, too. Complete the package.
The New York Times sits on the table next to me. The REAL New York Times. Not the one printed at a regional facility that you get at Starbucks.
And, of course, as I mentioned in yesterday’s post: streetlamps. Beautiful that all the facilities run underground… no telephone poles above ground.
If I was to just write as fast as I could type, there would be no way to describe the street outside a single address in New York City.
I’m here for a few days. Tonight, I meandered. In the coming days, I shall meander, also… but with purpose.
Stay tuned…
-Noah D.
