There's just something about you

Ahh, New York. Stinky, muggy, noisy, dirty New York.



I think I like you better when I visit – or rendezvous – with a friend or lover, but this time I made new acquaintances, and that was wonderful too.



I love to arrive, but I am never heartbroken to leave you, because I know you'll be here when I am ready for more of your crazy cacophony.



You beguile yet exhaust me, New York. I will never hear all your stories, though I visit you a hundred times.



There is always another neighbourhood, another show, another friend to make or meet in another season. There is always another reason to return.



And so, I know I will. See you next time, New York.