Back in 2015, the first thing I saw of New York City was Penn Station. I have to say, I really don’t liked Penn Station. It was dark, it was ugly and it was dirty. 

When I came to Times Square for the first time, my mind changed. I felt like a part of the city. The lights made me feel small and accomplished at the same time. I just love the vibe of a big city. And New York has it’s very own magic. Anything can happen in the city that never sleeps. 

And things did happen. I even met someone I had met before. In Toronto. When I wanted to visit the Intrepid Museum, just to find out that it had already closed for the day, I met some great people and took a harbour cruise with them. The evening tour was awesome. 

(The Intrepid from 12th Avenue.)

 

At the Empire State Building, my camera battery died. At the Rockefeller Centre, it was so foggy, you could look out of a window and think it’s a wall. I still had a great time. 

I walked a lot. I made my metro card smoke. I experienced New York by wandering the streets from 42nd street to Times Square and back. From 5th to 12th Avenue. From rector street to chambers street. 

At the 9/11 Tribute Centre I heard a firefighter speak about the clean up effort. At the memorial I had my moment of silence. It felt as though New York never forgot and won’t ever forget the tragedy that unfolded on that day and changed the world forever.  (30 Rock, Rockefeller Centre.) 

After that I had to do something nice. So I went to the Hershey store at Times Square, got me some chocolates and took a bus tour around the city. And in the evening I took a bus tour through Manhattan and Brooklyn. 
The next day, I left New York with the bus. And one day I’ll return that way. There’s still so much to do and so much to see. 

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