In the summer New York can get unpleasant. The heat intensifies the omnipresent scent of garbage, which is now mixed in with the smell of streetside kebab vendors and sweat.
I've written about before how my relationship with New York was not love at first sight.
But my position on it has softened. In little ways the city has snuck up on me. Its the conversation with a stranger, now a neighbor, at the local coffee shop. Its spending 5 minutes at the met before realizing, i'm way too hungover for this. But it's ok, because the met, its not going anywhere. Its great afternoons like today, where I listened to my favorite new band put on an amazing show, in exchange for donating just a few benjmins.