More reasons to love this place

Today I wandered around the city aimlessly — which I’m actually really good at because I have no sense of direction. When I walk to one

Found it!

place, without fail, the walk back is always longer becuase I will undoubtedly walk in the wrong direction for a fair amount of time, lose myself, and desperately try to find my way back.

ANYWAYS. Today, my walk began with the goal of making it to East 7th and Avenue A — the location of my Dad’s apartment when he lived in New York, and the title of a wonderful song he also wrote about his experience there. On my journey there and back, I came up with 3 more reasons why I love this city.

 

 

 

 

1) There are cats everywhere. In gardens. On the street. Everywhere. It makes me so very happy. Awesome cats in awesome places. I’m all about it.

Kitty I discovered sleeping in a garden while I was geocaching.

Sighting of a cat in the act of being cute on the street.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2) There is a memorial to Joe Strummer. Yes.

Joe Strummer memorial -- double-take worthy.

3) When they say Chinatown, they ain’t kiddin’. This is the first time I’ve ever been truly happy I got lost on my way home, ’cause it landed me in Chinatown — the greatest unintentional detour of all time. I didn’t get a chance to stop at any restaurants/stores/etc., but when I do, another blog post will be born.

Manhattan: a city of two countries