Despite the SWELTERING heat, it has been a nice trip down memory lane, these past few days.
The cultural ambience is unrivaled, and diversity is something I enjoy. What a contrast from the gated community I live in, back in Fla!
I do think, however, that living in Manhattan is not something I would care to do again.
I did move here on my own after college, in my 20s, to work at Columbia, and hang out in a bohemian studio apt (5 floor walk-up!).
Today I would not be up for that. But when you’re in your twenties and thirties, there is no place like the Big Apple — and I was lucky enough to experience it BEFORE gentrification.
And now, finally, the moment has come: we fly to Paris at some ungodly hour (around midnight).
If I didn’t my mother-in-law to visit in Bronxville today, I think checking out at 11 am from the hotel and then waiting around for 11 hours in 90+ degree heat would have been a nightmare.
Next post will be from Paris!