Some places have a mythology all their own. Say a name - Paris, Hong Kong, Casablanca - and instantly images conjure that lyrically describe a location. New York fits into that mold, a place of myth and legend much bigger than I could describe - but not for lack of trying. If you scan back through some of the earlier entries that I have made back in 2003 and 2004, you would see the paltry attempts at capturing this modern city's essence and pulse.
Oh bother - I will keep trying. Again, this week I return to the city for work, incidentally at the same time as Wendy. We will be sure to take advantage of the city, if even for a walk through the neighborhoods and boroughs that loom larger than life in film, television, and literature - SoHo, TriBeca, Upper West Side, Upper East Side, Gramercy Park, Murray Hill, Downtown, Wall Street, Battery Park, Central Park, Brooklyn, Bronx, Staten Island, Queens, Hell's Kitchen (ne' Clinton), Chelsea (ne' whatever you would like to call the "Castro" of NYC), Alphabet City, Lower East Side, Greenwich, NoLita, Little Italy, Chinatown, Midtown, and Times Square. And I'm not even getting into the up-and-comers: Astoria and Williamsburg and anywhere that starving artists and struggling newcomers to the city find themselves trying to eek out their New York experience.
All of it is good, all of it is grand - New York, New York here I come (again)!