So today I read a brief article, an artistic comparison of Paris and New York.
Although I have never been to Paris (but really want to, specially after watching Midnight in Paris;)) this comparison brought back memories of New York.
|*Highline Park, running from Meatpacking district to Midtown|
There is a strange mystic to New York. And by that I am not talking about the flood lights at Times Square, or the much talked about nightlife, or haute couture stores or innumerable skyscrapers.. They all fade into the background to me. Save them for the movies.
I am talking about the "real" stuff that got me everyday - hot bagel trucks and their delicious aroma, parks that never seize to fascinate me, museums that take you into a different era, artists engrossed in their work, festivals of every kind and plenty of subway encounters of a different kind. Those moments that take you by surprise or the irony of catching a really sad person come to life because a baby sitting beside him happened to smile at him. People celebrated sunshine (after a long winter), rainbows (if any!), events unique to New York like Manhattenhenge or just strolling by Central Park. While others only see the rush, the mad chase to make money and the act of survival in one of the most expensive cities of the world.
Because even in recession, New York gave me what I cherished most - Solitude and not loneliness. Surprises and not the mundane routine.
New York, I miss thee