Let me tell you, though, when the sun sets in New York and the breeze off the Hudson drops the temperature 10 degrees but you can still be outside in a tank top and tiny shorts, there is nowhere I'd rather be.
I'll see your New York and raise you a Philadelphia. We've got better street food!
@ElectricMink Oh, honey. You can't see and raise with less than was already in.
You don't get to count the brake dust you get coated in any time you set foot on a NYC street as an asset, you know.... -_^
@ElectricMink You don't get to count a subway system that doesn't go anywhere as an asset, then.
But I do get to claim the title of "most public art of any American city", though, and we have street trolleys!
@ElectricMink Ok, but I said there's nowhere *I'd* rather be. I wasn't inciting a fight, and none of the things you have named are major selling points for me, specifically. For street food, Istanbul destroys anywhere in the US; how do you count public art, unless you mean state funded public art; and Venice has gondolas, which defeat all outdated kitschy modes of transport. New York is home because of its New Yorkness, and not because of any list of things.
I'm just teasing, dear Suzan, playing with the whole "Philly had an inferiority complex chip on its shoulder" thing. Fact is, I love both cities and definitely understand why you love it there. Never mind that it rhymes with "Stewed Ork".....
*duck*
The Chaos General stands before it's army, the devastated battlefield behind it, clears its throats, cues the music (from the Nurgling choir!), and begins to sing....
"Start spreadin' the news, we're eatin' today, we got a big ol' pot of it, stewed Ork, stewed Ork...."