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This weekend I had the opportunity to spend my birthday in New York, a city I’d often read about but never actually ventured to.
I love to travel as much as I love art and fashion, so it seemed like the perfect weekend destination. So much history, all those museums, musicals galore, and a fashion mecca to boot (not to mention the cheesecake!).
But what stole my heart was a sudden and pleasant encounter in the heart of this urban landscape.
My nomadic soul simply dictates that I must get up and go see the world often and regularly. I’ve had the good fortune of living in Mexico, studying in England, traveling to France, Spain, and Italy.
And I readily admit to loving airports. Ah humanity! So many people traveling to and fro – I can’t help but wonder where they’re going and where they’re coming from. And all of those smartly dressed voyagers, well, that’s just a bonus - a visual treat really.
New York is most definitely a feast for the eyes: a celebration of color! (See photo gallery for a few New York City pics.)
I thought the urban color palette would display somber shades of gray and silver, in steel, glass, and concrete, but I was surprised and delighted by the explosion of color offered by the city landscape.
A kaleidoscopic show of color was provided by the unexpected emerald of Central Park, the tangerine ferryboats on cobalt blue waves, the canary yellow taxis zigzagging their way around town, the natives and visitors clad in multihued apparel (I love a man who wears a bright pink bowtie), and of course the metropolis is aglow with multicolored neon signs.
But the truth is, I am a nature-loving girl, and my love affair with all things green has been an enduring one, a very committed relationship, indeed: when I see green, my heart skips a beat and the sight of a sapling or scent of a campfire sends endorphins carousing through my body.
So, while the architecture of the Guggenheim Museum was at once stunning and breathtaking and the Met was magnificent in the scope of artwork housed there, and the Broadway Show made me laugh and it made me cry, I still must admit that my favorite place in New York was Central Park - yes, even with all that fashion aflutter elsewhere.
Central Park accommodated silent readers engrossed in volumes, oodles of giggling children (some running carefree in their underoos), a dizzying number of dogs, loads of murmuring lovers, and one lone juggler – and my favorite color in any setting: handsome, mature trees in countless hues of green.
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