The empire state building, and how it changes colors
Cobble Hill, and how european Smith is.
Park Slope, and how Henry James it is.
Harlem, and the soul of the Apollo (and Cotton Club).
The Upper West Side, and B&H Bagels and Zabars.
The Flat Iron building, and that gorgoues park, and the building for toys.
Union Sqaure, and how european it is (and those crazy digital numbers).
SOHO, and the fab cloths, and the fab people
The East Village, and the wannabee cool people, and the dive bars.
The West Village, and the homey restaurants and cafes. You feel like you are in Belgium. In a real village.
Midtown, and how you look up you don't see much sky.
Tourists, and how the always take up too much space.
Rockerfeller Center, and all the amazing amount of money they spent on that place.
FAO Schwartz, and how that song just makes you know its a kid store.
Central Park, when it's cold, and yet people still go there.
The Upper East Side, and the doorman, and the pretense of a garden that runs down Park.
Yorkville, and the exclusivity of money that that place reeks.
Riverside Drive, and the intellectual air it has, so near Columbia.
Columbia, and the mix of students, and New Yorkers: it's its own little world.
NYU and all the money they have. They own Union Sqaure.
Pushers hissing "smoke, smoke, smoke", and no one cares (to buy off them!)
Broadway, and how it refuses to follow the grid. Love that.
The Ferry, and how you see all of NY, not just Manhattan, but Brookly, a peek at Queens, and yes even Jersey.
How can see the Statue of Liberty from my window.
The Brooklyn Bridge, and how it appeals to the fit with their bikes, lovers holding hands, and tourists with the cameras, gawking at the sun as it sets.
Music, and how there is always a show on.
Improv, and how there is always a show on.
Food, and you can have it whenever you want, from whrever you want (so long as you live on the "island" that is).
Cabs, and how rude, and yes, smelly the drivers can be.
Manholes, and how they ooze smoke sometimes. Love that.
Pot holes, and how the city waits sometimes to fix them.
The homeless, with their crazy stories about how you should help them, what happened to them!
Grand Central, and the consellations.
The Twin Towers, and that hole they left. I still get lost in the West Village without them to show the way.
The meat packing district, and the mix of models, NJ sluts, and cross dressed hookers. The best.
The "real" Brooklyn, inbetween Park Slope and Coney Island, where everyone is a fireman or a cop and lives in a house. Or they are Hasidic, or foriegn, and just seem "different".
And yes, the smell of piss in the summer.
