Considering cities, as I just was, I had a long, happy think back about my years in New York. Too many friends and memories to write about just now, but one which I would like to share. For years I lived in a railroad apartment on the top floor of a six storey walk up, on King Street, just between the Village and Soho. I don’t think I miss my six flights of stairs every morning and evening. But I do miss the view.
The apartment looked straight down 6th avenue to the Empire State Building. Here are a few photographs that I used to snap from time to time. That skyline still makes me draw breath.
