Semi – Off Topic: Life In The City For A Food Blogger 

This is one of those posts which straddles the line between food and non-food. My original intent was to post this just for fun. 

This past week I spent a morning in “The City.” 

For those of you who may not know, “The City” refers the New York City or Manhattan.  

I am always amused by the hubris of referring to NYC as “The City,” as someone who comes from a city as well. But, it is all part of the charm. 

If you can make it here, you can make it any where.🎶🎶

Since I traveled by public transportation, I had a chance to “stop and smell the roses” and enjoy the scenery. 

Here are pictures of what I enjoyed.

Urban Art — too funny to not post.

I love doors. I thought this one was beautiful.

The power of positive thinking, even at a bar.

Visualizing the positive.

Great combination! Yum!

This is an adorable tea shop. I love the architecture.

I love flowers.

Beautiful landscaping amidst all the concrete.

More flowers.

Real food for thought.

It was a beautiful day and so nice to be able to walk around and enjoy the view.

As I was about to post about my New York experience, my friend, Nechi, sent me a text about her New York experience this week.

While she was in Manhattan, there was a man sitting on the sidewalk along 6th Avenue, collecting money. He was holding up a sign “waiting for a miracle.”

Somehow, Nechi felt compelled to go up to the young man and speak to him. 

She looked at the man straight into his eyes and told him, “don’t wait for a miracle, you are the miracle! You woke this morning, you can breathe, you are not in the hospital, you are a capable young man, you are the miracle! ”

The young man held her gaze and said, “you’re right.”

All Nechi could say afterwards was, “I hope I made a change in someone’s life today.”

New York is such a city of contrasts. 

42 thoughts on “Semi – Off Topic: Life In The City For A Food Blogger 

  1. koolkosherkitchen says:

    Of course they do! It’s an old tradition based on the belief that a newborn baby gets a neshomah of the person they are named after. I was named after two great-grandmothers, Devorah and Yentl, and my bubbe A”v”H always lamented that I turned out all Devorah and nothing from Yentl. Yentl, apparently, was very sweet and kindly, but Rebbetzin Devorah was the terror of the town.
    I have never asked who Necha was in the Schapiro family, but as I am expecting one for a visit, I’ll try to remember to ask.

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  2. Eli Pacheco says:

    I can’t stand the New York Yankees. That said, I’ve never been to New York, but feel like I could eat there for years and years. And you know, your friend was probably that man’s miracle. We don’t have to part seas. We just have to show compassion. Awesome.

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