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A walk across NYC could
not exist without the onlooker constantly raising his eyes
skyward to admire the
impressive concrete and steel towers that are its trademark.
But New York is more than the vertical jungle that overpowers,
more than the shrine of
the financial wizards that worship on Wall Street, more than
the luxury of Fifth Avenue, and more even than the grandeur of
the museums
and their renowned collections. Yes, New York is all of this,
but it is more than this. As you sift through the travelogue
on your imaginary journey
with me, let us discover this other side of New York.
New York is "The
Village", or for those less familiar, Greenwich Village,
home of small cafés and avant garde theater productions
reminiscent of its outspoken
artists and iconoclastic youth. Here is the cradle of the young
or young at
heart and their unbridled energy and optimism.
New York is life lived
in a hurry, serenaded by honking horns of yellow taxis everywhere. Yet, with all
the traffic jams, one gets nowhere and is content if he gets nowhere fast.
It is the mother pulling her child through the crowded Broadway district,
or the fun loving friends picnicking in Central Park. Look further and you will
see lovers holding hands and beggars and street musicians performing for their supper. Look,
for they are all there and
part of the
tapestry of the City.
But in the spring,
as the crocuses peak through the snow and the trees
take on their bright green
dress, here we see New York come alive again, with
all the hope and warmth
the human spirit can muster despite the labyrinth of
concrete and steel and
glass. This is the New York City I have tried to capture.
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