Today I wandered out of Manhattan and spent time in Brooklyn. Brooklyn is a beautiful place, and the energy there is wonderfully different from the energy in its denser sister borough.
Also, I was reminded again that Brooklyn has one thing that Manhattan could never have: Really spectacular views of Manhattan.
I think there may be a philosophical point to be found somewhere in that thought.
When the Eiffel Tower was built, it had it’s critics. One of those prominent critics had lunch in one of the tower’s restaurants every day. His companion asked, “if you hate the tower so much, why do you eat here so often?” The critic replied “It’s the only place in Paris where I know I can’t see the tower.”