I also wrote a fairly scathing review of New York City, a place I’ve been to many, many times and have grown to dislike as an adult. It seems I must be regressing to my youth, because on this trip, I freaking LOVED New York.
I honestly contemplated buying one of those I ‘heart’ NY t-shirts. Don’t worry–I didn’t. Though I did stare longingly at a coffee mug.
Tomorrow I shall share all of my reasons why I now love New York City, and my thoughts on how this impacts my return trip to Paris. But for now I must sleep, because apparently having fun is VERY tiring.