i kid you not. everytime i’ve been in nyc (count ’em, twice this Fall), i’ve heard that song.
the first trip, a completely normal-looking young woman just started belting it in the street: “new yoooooooorrrkkkkkkk . . . concrete jungle where dreams are made of , there’s nothing you can’t do . . . “
it just wells up in you, when you’re there.
last week, when i took a day trip with an NYC travel-pro, we stumbled on a roller-skating dance party in central park (why not, right?), and guess what they were getting their skate on to? “new yoooooorrrrrrkkkkk . . . these streets will make you feel brand new, the lights will inspire you . . . “
and if i’d had my skates, i would have joined them.
everything it says is true. except maybe the part about de niro – i didn’t see him around this time. there is something about cities like new york that just makes you feel huge and tiny at the same time. like you could take on the world or disappear from the face of it in an instant.
i can’t get enough of that jam.
and i can never get enough pictures of nyc.
never enough central park:
never enough secret spaces:
never enough tourist fun:
i just can’t get enough!
sing it with me . . . “new yooooorrrrrkkkkkkk”