Why I would return to New York by Vicki Rimmer
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I’m no Meg Ryan and he’s no Tom Hanks, yet despite this, we managed to fall in love and have a sleepless time in the city that never sleeps. Red-eyed from the flight we made our way from JFK to The Gershwin, a boutique hotel on 27th and 5th. After checking in we walked ten blocks to the Empire State and ascended 102 floors to the top. The city twinkled before us in the cold clear night sky. Behind us the park was quiet. Ahead of us Fifth Avenue looked alive with lights as it carved it’s way down the island dissecting it in two before losing itself in a mish mash of streets heralding the start of Greenwich which beckoned us to descend, hail a cab and make our way to The Blue Note in the heart of The Village. Jazz courtesy of Ben E King, daiquiris and our hearts aglow we hailed another cab down to the waterfront and watched the sun come up and the boats busy themselves under Brooklyn Bridge. Practising our very best John Travolta struts we walked to the middle of the Bridge before returning to pose for pictures in Battery Park with the plastic Liberties. Too busy ...
















