I don’t know, but having to travel out of my country makes me feel like I won a prize. Do you? And one of the best prizes a traveler could get is a trip to vibrant New York. This is my second time in this city. Yet, the feeling of exuberance, enthusiasm and delight is so the same.
And though I have been to numerous spots of NYC during my first stay, I again revisited these hip and beautiful sites! I return because it would feel like you would not completely gone to NY without revisiting these spots again.
And from my not-so-humble assessment, these sites remained to absolutely be so fascinating. The thing I felt when I returned did not changed when I compare it during the first time I visited. It is still absorbing, enthralling and appealing. My return reaffirmed and reinforced the feeling I had during the first time I visited. Thus, those feelings were never a fluke and were simply validated.
Now I wonder how New Yorkers feel when they go out of their city and visit a different spot on the planet. New York is so vibrant and beautiful, it raises a question in me if they can feel the same way I am feeling when they go out of their city?
Are they already so hard to please? Or since the threshold of their feelings of awesomeness is already so high, do they always feel bland, shortchanged and blunt about the boredom they bear towards a different place they visit? Or do they have to go out of Earth and visit a different planet for them to feel what I am feeling?
While contemplating on these puzzling questions, here are a couple of photos I took during my revisit to these amazing NY spots…
66 Perry Street, Manhattan is my most desired apartment destination on my on-going New York adventure. This is because this is the very address where an open-minded and independent New Yorker with unique fashion sense lives. Her name is Carrie Bradshaw.
66 Perry Street, Manhattan is the very apartment where Carrie would write the various relationship spectrums she would deal with in life. These relationships would focus on herself, her colleagues, the people of New York and of course her friends. Their names are Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha.
the perry street neighborhood…
carrie bradshaw (not my photo, of course)
66 Perry Street, Manhattan is the very apartment where deep contemplations were carried out. It is also were the moments Carrie’s happiness as well as loneliness were assessed. This is where the complicated and entangled situations with the love of her life are pondered upon. His name is Mr. Big.
66 Perry Street, Manhattan is the now-iconic-apartment where I and a young friend Amiel (sweet kikay niece of Jhong) went to so as to take a photo of ourselves to prove that we indeed were big fans of the movie and tv sitcom series Sex And The City. Other apartments were equally gorgeous (if not more than gorgeous) and were without the restrictions to step on the stairs. Channeling our inner Sex And The City vibe, we of course took the chance to pose and take some photos…