The Sights, Sounds, and Smells of NYC

I don't know why, but I took an immediate liking to New York. Maybe it was because the smell of pizza was pervasive. Maybe it was because it didn't reek of cigarette smoke and b.o. (like Paris sometimes did--not always, but sometimes). Maybe it was because I could understand what people were saying, even if they were speaking with a New Jersey accent (which made me happy). Or maybe it was because there is an energy in New York. From what I saw, people were friendly, they joked and laughed, they talked quickly and loudly, and I loved it.

As for the sights...