Photo by myself on Prince and Greene Streets in Soho.
Just across the street from the Apple Store is this historic cafe with its distinctive neon sign. I've never been there but I have the feeling they serve great desserts.
Sometimes I feel that I present New York as this amazing place to live.
Well it can be. Sure.
But then I worry that I'm misrepresenting this place. Because while you can find the greatest people and experiences, you can also find the worst.
Mark swears that the most virulent strains of people live here. I agree. You find often them in leadership positions, because they'll do anything to succeed. They yell at their employees and then turn around and schmooze their clients.
You find them driving crazily on the roads without signaling, stopping in the middle of crosswalks, and making pedestrians walk around them. You find them littering. You find them sitting on the subway, not thinking about the elderly or pregnant women standing nearby.
Every place has its share of awful people. But what makes the horribleness disappear at the end of the day is coming home to a nice dinner with Mark. Then I sit on the sofa between him and the cat.
I power up the computer, respond to comments on this blog and try to figure out what to write next.
You can survive any place if you have a little refuge. I hope everyone has theirs.