I have complicated relationship with New York City. I love New York. I hate New York weather. NYC is so beautifully arrogant to it’s human inhabitants that one can roam the streets completely unnoticed despite been surrounded by bottomless crowd. No one pays attention to you as if you do not even exist. It’s an airy and ghost-like existence… Said that, I have to correct myself. The above musings pertain to Manhattan, which is just a part of NYC. For example, cross East river and enter Brooklyn. It is completely different story. The place has infinitely more community-oriented small town feel with the slower pace and friendly neighbours.
We were seriously thinking about spending some time in New York, may be even a year or more. We even started looking for a place to live, but the weather ruined all our plans. The trouble is that in summer humidity kicks in, day temperatures reach mid-90s (luckily Fahrenheit, but it still unbearable), and NYC becomes one huge steaming pot. So, we scrapped this idea in favor of occasional visits during less brutal seasons.
This is a visual diary of our wonderings across Manhattan.
