I dreamt of New York all my life. I imagined it as a sort of wonderland where is everything is possible, where there is no limits and only the sky is the limit. Admittedly, my Gotham City is so different from the reality. In my New York every girl is a Carrie Bradshaw or a Samantha from Sex in The City, or a Charlotte from Autumn in New York, or … you name it 😉
In my New York there are no traffic jams and you can take a picture in the middle of a street whether it is Park Avenue, Madison or 5th. My New York is welcoming and kind, clean and neat, and smelled of pancakes and chocolate. A city where absolutely everybody is well dressed and all the girls were wearing designers’ heels.
My New York is so far from the reality. I can’t say I did not like the real city. I do but it is so different from what I had imagined.
I’ve discovered a new city, that is luxurious yet poor, expensive yet cheap, kind and unwelcoming at the same time. Like every other city in the world.
I’m not sure I could live in New York, I think. I do not think I would fit in there. I don’t like rush, sometimes I too shy and living in such a megapolis would be very stressful for me. However as a visitor I felt amazing, there are million things to do every single day. Theaters, exhibitions, opera, walking tours, etc.
In Metropolitan Museum there are probably more Monet than there are in European Union. And of course the food, all this ethnic restaurants are so delicious and each one has a lot of gluten free options (Follow me on Foursquare for more info: Silkandbrocade).