Concrete Jungle

I feel the continual need to reiterate my love for the city. This recent trip of mine left me feeling nostalgic for a life I've never lived, appreciating the simple complacency of people-watching from sidewalk benches. I love the small details of the places I visit, and NYC is no different. Whether it's the friendly taxi driver, the charming, cramped, dimly lit cafĂ©, its quirky stained-glass lamps and disco balls hanging overhead, the first bitter sip of coffee as it travels down your spine to swollen feet, spent from hours of walking up and down identical streets (usually lost, but working on it). 

A perfect day in the city with even more perfect people.


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