Lights, leaves and limousines, er, taxi cabs. Yellow is the city’s choice of color this season and always.
dear greenwich village,
I think I love you. – C
new york public library
As I entered the library’s grand foyer, climbed its wide, stone staircases and marched down its impressive hallways, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been transplanted back to France. This is a book palace, the Louvre of libraries.
bridge crossing: brooklyn style
On this spectacular last Sunday, everyone in the city seemed to have the same idea. You can’t fault us though – along with the season’s crisp air, the blue sky beckoned; and soon enough we found our feet Brooklyn bound via…
the power of a perfect autumn sunday in new york
A few days in, my mind is mixed about this chaotic, cacophonic city. The stereo-typical list of cons abounds: gritty streets, hoards of people (so many people), insatiable rush, and an invisible, compelling drive to move and never stop. It hasn’t…
a hinge moment?
Sometimes I think it’s the moments just before an adventure begins that are the most exciting; in those moments, anything is possible. Today is no exception to the rule because this morning a fantasy becomes reality when I leave to try New York on for size. And while…