I follow along some NYC related Instagram accounts, basically to find out about plans and discover new places. Not too many, but enough to get that New York dose in my feed. And lately they’ve been posting pics of Central Park with those spectacular fall colors and captions about how much they are looking forward to that moment. And as I read those I think that I’m not that eager to these autumn weeks to pass quickly. New York doesn’t have those fall colors yet, but believe me, it looks (and mostly feels) wonderful already. Why not enjoy this month and wish it lasts long (well that, and the idea that the closer we get to the fall of the leaves, the closer we get to what comes next. And if you read me, you know that I dread the New York freezing winter).
So we’re already facing the sweather weather (forgive me but I had to say it), is getting dark earlier and earlier and the stairs of those beautiful townhomes on the Upper East Side, those facades so often photographed, begin to fill with pumpkins. It looks like a competition: who has the most stylish entrance, the prettiest pumpkins, the most original decorations. And I, who love to walk around looking at the houses wherever I am, simply love it. Still more than 3 weeks before Halloween, I’m looking forward to the big day.
The longer I’ve been in this city the more I understand the pride of belonging that a New Yorker feels. This is a city that inspires you, that encourages you to try, to test and to fail. It welcomes and empathizes. There is a section in the New York Times of micro stories starring New Yorkers that I love: Metropolitan Diary. Don’t miss this one from last Sunday, so endearing:
I’m still excited about the cultural offerings that my New York Public Library card gives me, which goes far beyond books: with the card you have access to courses, seminars, conferences, exhibitions and some of the best museums in the city (next week I’m meeting a friend to finally visit the Met). I have to say, here I’m definitely in a cultural mood, who would have thought that after several unsuccessful attempts with friends in Spain, my first book club would be in this city (to be honest, it may be just a pretext to meet and enjoy a dinner with a group of friends). Pizza, red wine and books. What a nice combination.
October in New York is kind, serene, balmy. It sounds like melodic jazz and smells of autumn sunshine and black coffee. The colors are starting to change but slowly, there is no need to hurry (please, dear city). In this week’s video you can check it out.
Thanks for being there. Next week, more ♥
