New York is not just a collection of buildings. It has a psychic presence too.
We came in on the George Washington Bridge on the Interstate, but you could see the city long before that, from deep inside New Jersey
somewhere, the jagged line of skyscrapers flashing between the hills
and trees, shimmering in the bright autumn sunlight like some giant
bejewelled crown abandoned on the shore by a long-forgotten god.
Manhattan Island. Was there ever a more iconic – or instantly
recognisable – skyline?
And then we were sweeping in off the freeway along the slow arc of
the ramp and down into the bustle of traffic along the highway, making
for the Upper West Side.
What is it about New York? Even that phrase “the…
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