In the years before we moved to the West Coast, I became thoroughly disenchanted with New York City. It was too hot in the summer, too cold in the winter. It was too hard to get around the subway system with a stroller, and too expensive to take taxis everywhere. The restaurants were great, but after we moved to Westchester (despite our insistence that “Oh, we’ll still come into the city all the time!”), we never went to them.
Not like we knew the good places to go anymore, anyway.
Last week I took a trip to New York that was technically a business trip but that I extended by a couple of days so that Indy and I could spend extra time with my parents, and ended up roaming the streets for hours at a time, stopping into places I remembered and places that only just sprung up in the months since I left.
It felt like seeing a first love. You know it makes sense that you’re not together anymore, but you can still remember why you fell so hard way back when.
Some shots from my wanderings:
I like picturing exactly what the person who put together this little vignette – spotted on 45th Street, in Hell’s Kitchen – was thinking.
In B&H photo, a salesman took this photo to demonstrate to me the benefits of upgrading my DSLR lens. (I bought it.)
One sunny afternoon, Indy and I wandered through the Union Square Farmer’s Market…
and then ended up at one of my favorite lunch spots, Republic, for massive bowls of chicken-lime udon.
An unpretty picture of a very delicious thing: the Green Goddess sandwich at the cafe at Saks (you can totally make it yourself: it’s just avocado, ricotta, raddichio, lemon juice, and a little salt and pepper on flatbread).
This was an exhibit at the Museum of Natural History titled Spiders Alive!
Spiders.
Alive.
I don’t know why I went, either.
I like these guys. And my hometown.
Be back soon.
