(NaBloPoMo 6)Something has to be said for being able to take in Rothko, Albers, Van Gogh and Warhol, then Puccini's Madam Butterfly at the Met, (so spectacular I cried as soon as the curtains parted and Mme's stunning red kimono rippled out, silk rivers of red, before our eyes) explore a 16-story building full of designer fabric and only fabric, inhale the best deep dish apple pie a la mode in all my 25 years, puddle-jump through The City a la Gene Kelly, (the cabby who launched upon me a virtual tsunami from hip down only added to the experience), watch an early Halloweener-gone rubiks-cube try to fit through the subway, dine on the most delectable burger known to Man in a restaurant only equipped for 19 and chat with the owner while doing so (he wasn't so bad his British self!), feel smaller than a dot, equally as important as one, love every minute of it...and still manage to get the best sleep of my life on an air mattress all within a 24-hour period.
I heart NY.
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