Something for me to remember!
It’s not all about wine and food… Sometimes it’s just about the city itself, about the feel of a humid June night on your neck as you walk through her streets, about the sound of traffic lingering on the wind like white noise, about the smell of horses in central park, or maybe about the sound of a fountain, like a water fall, the statue in Columbus Circle rising like a geyser, “Old Faithful” stern and silent in the warm night of summer, the world always and forever an unfolding plotline, a never ending mystery.
Lived in williamsburg ‘91-‘96. miss the parts you speak of! -pwines