I never tire of walking around Manhattan. It truly is the infinite city. There is an astonishing variety of culture and a tremendous energy to this place. Everyone seems to be on a mission of some sort, some tryst with destiny.
And for me, having lived here for years, there is that added quality that the place is highly layered. I walk down a street and remember the store that used to be at this spot on Broadway, the restaurant that used to be on that corner over there. Although the store and the restaurant are long gone, sometimes replaced several times over, they are still there in my memory, and I can feel them as I walk by.
There is the street just outside the bar where I kissed that girl for the first time. The girl and the bar are both gone, and yet the moment, and the kiss, are right there, exactly where I left them.