New York City is truly like a person. It changes each time we meet. It has new stories to tell, new things to show. It's a character in a movie; the silent but present friend that walks with you whatever pavement you pound. It smells like rust, rain, honey peanuts, sauerkraut, rotting garbage and mysterious subway perfumes. I noticed a lot of things about the city, myself, friends and the swirling scents. The next 5 posts will give you a taste of my trip and random observations.
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