as everyone else in the world other than me already knows, new york city has become a really marvellous place to be. from the 80s and 90s, new york had a terrible reputation for crime and smut and scum and nastiness that may or may not have been deserved - i can't say because i had never been there. all of my life, i'd seen movies shot there, had seen familiar sights there, and generally felt that i had some kind of a grasp on what it was like that rather sublimated any strong urge to go there. i mean - i live in a big metropolis now, right? a centre of culture and industry and fashion and style for an entire nation - i was certainly not going to be impressed with new york, was i? i couldn't have been more wrong. the new york that i saw and the new yorkers who i met were unquestionably of the highest calibre imaginable.
the city, dirt and garbage included, was a magical world bejewelled with what i am now completely certain is the most awe-inspiring collection of buildings in the world - so very many skyscrapers as far as the eye can see - all of them fascinating and detailed and beautiful - so many with beautiful art deco adornments and rich, enduring materials - such a far cry from the glass and steel of modern buildings. the nights in quiet parts of the city had a deep, profound silence and presence, saturated in history and context and the sense that for 400 years, life's adventures have been laughed and cried and bled out onto them.
the new yorkers who i had the chance to meet - in fact all of the americans who i had the chance to meet - whether they were attached to the conference or not - were such a far cry from the perception that canadians have. the new yorkers who i had the chance to meet were open, friendly, helpful, cooperative, intellectual without pretence, and universally very very funny. i don't think that i've laughed so much as i have with these people ... ever. every group activity i did at my conference, every time i went out for a meal or to starbucks, and even every time i had to ask for directions or for help, even in the cases where there was that inimitable new york crappy customer service attitude, every interaction was a little challenge and a surprise that made every encounter an adventure.
and then there's the attractions of the city itself. i've already written a little about the buildings which, when i first emerged from penn station nearly made my head explode with delight. but what was in them... amazing. the museum of modern art, the metropolitan museum of art, the cathedrals, the world-class unique shops, the streets and streets of million dollar apartments, the streets and streets of corporate headquarters, the centres of media and entertainment, the broadway theatres, the overpriced but incomparably stylish restaurants, the elite clubs, the posh hotels. or what's not in buildings - the wide streets of taxi cabs, the budding trees on the boulevards with their cheery cherry blossoms, and of course, the crown jewel of manhattan - the park in the centre. i went to central park just about every day during my trip and still didn't get enough - it was utterly sublime. armies of joggers, tourists, revellers and wanderers all rejoicing in the beautiful, unusually warm springtime weather.
in fairness, it was probably the very best possible time of year, with the possible exception of autumn, to visit new york and take in the sights - and it was the best possible circumstance, being on vacation and attending a conference on good user/customer experience where everyone was positive and open and bright. but even so, i've never been to a city where as soon as i got there, and every day after that, my whole being cried out to move there!
more on the adventure in upcoming entries. for now, just look at how many photos i have to go through!
- g
ps. as an aside, everything from the moment i got to newark international airport to the time i left it went like clockwork. the border security was friendly and helpful, i was able to navigate, figure out methods of transportation, tell where i was going and how to get around, and i was never late and i never got lost even once. when i got back to toronto, i had to unpack all of my luggage and i learned that there was a transit strike so i had to take a cab back home that took almost an hour to go 9km because congestion on the roads was so bad.
song of the day for loving new york: i love new york, madonna
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