A few weeks late... but here are some photos from my weekend in New York.
It was one of the best experiences of my life, and completely worth the long flights and feeling crippled by jetlag and tiredness the following week.
Although I was only there for a day and a morning and was technically working, I also managed to see a lot of the city. It has made me all the more determined to live there one day. I know it may be a cliché, but Alicia Keys is right, the streets really do inspire you. I will never forget the view as I landed on Friday evening: out the window the New York skyline was stamped against the sunset. As the plane turned, the city tilted and I could see a blanket of buildings stretched out beneath me. If the view wasn't perfect enough, when I stepped off the plane, fireworks greeted me - and I don't mean the metaphorical kind. The fireworks were perhaps the final touch on this glossy advert that was New York City. I definitely bought it.
The view from the top...
I could have spent all night at the top of the Empire State Building, despite the wind that was like a whipcrack of cold. All those lights, all those streets, and the feeling that somewhere amongst all those buildings there was a space for little old me, and some sort of adventure waiting to happen.
Ice skating at the Rockerfeller Center...
During the weekend, several taxi drivers asked me if I had come over to partake in the New York Marathon. Which did make me laugh. Unfortunately I left my running shoes at home, but I did manage to get down to see the marathon taking place. It was such an incredible atmosphere; the edge of Central Park was heaving with people cheering and supporting the exhausted runners. 
There's no place quite like New York City.
Libby
