A summer of few years ago I was enchanted by the big Apple and left longing to come back. Back did I come, at last, hitting a couple of hot spring days - perhaps a tad too hot for a small apartment in the Upper East side.
And a different New York, where the city was not the main point. Although it was, of course.
Not many photos this time, and anyway I never got to work on those from a few years ago, shame on me.
This time, been busy collecting metro and laundromat cards as well as other things.
For example soaking up the sun and the city esprit on a rock in Central Park, sharing a locally brewed Staten Island lager or a few pancake stacks on the 2nd.Pretty good also succeeding in getting tickets for the Book of Mormon on Broadway - despite the tech challenges of the enterprise. Hitting a memorable Sichuan crispy cumin beef in the Upper East, and a not so memorable (albeit self proclaiming award winning) hummus in Hell's kitchen.
And finally finding the truth in the subway, in the words of Major Jackson, in a single kiss like a marathon with no finish line.
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