September 28th 2012
Merry Manhattan Midtown
It has been a rainy afternoon. Or not. You cannot clearly figure it out. Same as you cannot be sure what would be appropriate to wear at this time of the year? And it seems like New Yorkers unanimously entered a challenge to present the entire all-year-round pieces of their busy closets. At once. You see ladies flip-flopping, rocking their sandals, ballerinas, boots, rainy boots, fur boots, riding boots, more boots. Well, as open-toe pumps do never become inappropriate footwear in the City as they are combined as confidently with summer outfits as with fur coats, we still might question the fur boots in September. It’s 75 F degrees for God’s sake.
Walking up the streets starting from Herald Square you get into a busy part of 6th Ave. People running. Taxi cabs running over people. Tourists try to snap “1-800”-shots of the Empire State Building. That’s for men. Women appear hypnotized by Macy’s sign “The biggest store in the world”. Youngsters cycling bike cabbies shouting at pedestrians crossing the streets on red. A woman asking for a penny. Why not a dollar? “It might seem too much” – is her answer. Guys rushing to get flowers for their early dates. That should be their third or forth one. A lost Asian student trying to figure out his way to NYU. An angry New Yorker yelling “Moooooove!” at him while he was trying to read the map in the middle of the pedestrian traffic. Newspapers reporting on Bloomberg’s achievements with NYPD. Stores flashing “For Closure” signs. Stores announcing “Grand Openings”.
And then you get to Bryant Park. My favorite. Not a good tourist’ attraction. I love the place where you can spot Empire State and Chrysler Buildings at the same time. The famous NY Public Library flashing the welcoming lights. A green lawn. Beautiful nature.
A flowers-hating woman puffing next to the “Smell Flowers, Not Smoke” sign. Who cares.
The sun sets down and the moon goes up. Park gets busy. The Southwest Porch pub welcomes the crowds of gentle guys wearing suits. Couples with kids go home, couples without come. Just few blocks away North, Times Square is flashing the big lights.
Someone bursting “I am singing in the rain”. Dude, the skies are clear. We should agree at least on that one.
Live 2 Love NY, kids. Live to love it.
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