I (do not) <3 New York
That's right, I hate it. Maybe it's because I grew up in teeny tiny Salisbury, but ever since my first trip to the Big Apple in high school, I've found it to be too noisy, too crowded and way too busy. When do you get to catch your breath, anyway?
So while it's clear I would never survive the city that never sleeps, (that's another thing -- I LOVE sleep. Stupid NYC.) there is one place that almost makes up for all that aggravating hustle and bustle. The Strand.
It's big, it's quietly chaotic and it's full of books. Eighteen miles of books, as their motto says. In an unguarded moment, I even got all touristy and bought a bag. Don't expect that to happen at the stupid old Empire State Building.
So if you're forced to go to the dreaded island, take a look. Tell them Nancy sent you. They'll have no idea what you're talking about, but they're used to crazies blathering on in Manhattan, right?
I'm going to Nashville in August, and I'll be looking for some great places to get a little literary.
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