The last few shots here and there of a city I no longer find overwhelming. Instead, I now understand it is huge, noisy, beautiful, difficult, always changing, complicated and unwilling to be conquered — but not unwilling to be explored.
View from a suite on the 41st floor of the Waldorf Astoria
Odd public art found along the Highline Park walk
Spring in Chelsea
My favorite part of NYC: the number of languages that can be heard wandering the street.
My least favorite part: the claustrophobia. Tiny elevators. Huge buildings. Cramped crosswalks. Elbows in my side, broken curb beneath my feet, sirens screaming, truck drivers vs. pedestrian, and very little room to hear my heartbeat.
The best things in NYC are free. The Met. The parks. The people watching. Such a great place to visit.