Sure New York City can be a huge-ass, crazy, loud, wearing place. Full of HUGE-assed, crazy people wearing LOUD clothes (shhh-mostly tourists). Nowhere is this clearer than while negotiating through Times Square. It it like being in a human car wash where instead of giant brushes coming at you, young hucksters try to sign you up for comedy clubs on your right and barkers try to get you into Gentleman's clubs on your left and a woman in tights and a top hat blocks your way to hand your a flyer.
There is always some gaggle of tourists walking slower than your pace and there are signs everywhere telling your see this, drink that, wear this and eat this. Not to mention the constant scrolls on electronic billboards telling you The End is NIGH!!!
It is madness, but just up the road there is a quiet tree-lined street with beautiful brownstones and the most beautiful park in the world. Or a river to walk along. Or a neighborhood to sit and have a coffee and a bagel.
New York City works. It just does.
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