Springtime in New York is the stuff of urban fairy-tales, the stuff that made me fall in love with this maddening metropolis in the first place. For some, New York is all grit, all concrete; hard; cold; relentless, and never fair. Brutal winters, crowded subways, cramped quarters, and suffocating fumes that cloud the gray skies. Harsh accents and even harsher words flung at you everyday, with reckless New York drivers rarely braking for pedestrians or fashionistas in irksome heels….
