Flew in to NYC this evening. The shared shuttle took me for a long ride, dropping passengers uptown, zigzagging its way along the city’s streets, before letting me off on 24th Street.

Long ride, it may be, but looking out the window as the shuttle weaved through town, I knew the sight belonged to one of a big city’s. There was traffic on the roads. There were people on the streets, walking. There were shops along the roads, many still open for business in the sevenish-eightish.

Each time I find myself in a city like that, I would picture myself living there. It can be New York, it can be San Francisco, it can be Chicago. More recently, I visited Mexico City, and why not, if language is not an issue? And how can I forget Paris?

What is it that is common among these cities? That they are big? That different parts of the cities seem connected to each other? That it feels like there are things going on in the cities all the time?

Probably. There are possibly other things too, that would take too much of my time to write in this short post. It may also be the result of trying to make contrasts with where I am living.

Treat this as another of my whines about the city where I live.