I spent yesterday in New York City, after months of obsessing.
This was not my first time in NYC by any means. It is worth its reputation, but it gave me another bunch of things to appreciate about Hartford:
- entire blocks don’t smell like dead, rotting chickens
- entire blocks don’t smell like they’ve been spritzed with urine
- our too expensive is not the same as their too expensive
- the size
- not having really confusing numbered streets, or streets that divide into two, but still have the same name