Now, this is the kind of blog that I would have loved to have written if I had never moved out of New York City - assuming that
a. I had been interested in architecture 40 some years ago, and
b. I had a cell phone camera.
If you check out the "Scouting New York Guide" on the above blog, you will find an awesome (and I don't use that word lightly) guide for anyone who plans to visit New York City. Or, better yet, already lives there.
Because something strange happens when you live in a place - many times you just don't notice it. If you live in New York City, well - you have to make a living, raise your children, make dinner and file your taxes. Inbetween all of those things, are you running around with a camera and visiting top New York City attractions?
I would bet money that you aren't.
One of the best things that ever happened to me was leaving New York City. Because now, I look at "the City" through the eyes of a tourist. I'm "that person" who you curse at on the Brooklyn Bridge because I am blocking your way as you walk or bike the bridge for the 4,509th time. Meantime, it's my first time out, and I have my camera out. (One day I should post some of those pictures, taken several years ago.)
Or, I'm the idiot stopping on Madison Avenue to take a picture of this building. I looked it up when I got home and this is the Carlton Hotel, Madison Avenue and E. 29th Street, built in the Beaux-Arts style, and restored in 2008.
But if I lived in New York City and worked in the area (this is four blocks from the Empire State Building), I'd probably be rushing past it every day, not giving it another thought.
So, I was especially thrilled when one of my high school friends shared a link on Facebook, from that same Scouting NY blog, about the lobbies of Bronx apartment buildings.
The Bronx is one borough that doesn't get much respect - but I spent 21 years in the Bronx, and I spent many happy hours on the Grand Concourse as a child. My years in the Bronx did not end happily, however, and if I ever complete my "chicken memoir", you will find out why.
But still...reading about the places I once knew makes my heart beat fast.
Have you ever become a tourist in your own home town?