NYC is a special place, and has it special places. Side street where nothings happening, it’s still living and breathing and grabbing you. On one trip I spent the majority of the day listening to my ipod as i was talking photos but on the way home i realised that i had mistakenly blocked out the sound of the city, one sense which i forget that made this place so cool. People shouting at nothing, cars horns getting tooted like crazy before the curfew. NYC seeps energy hourly, sometimes overflowing the senses, but thats NYC.