Well, a week in the big apple, and I must say I was delightly surprised! I could live there! Well, there are a bit too much people still, but I mean, the atmosphere, the architecture, the culture… It’s a lot like Paris with taller buildings…Lots of cafés, in which you are served and not plundered with questions every five minutes (are you ok? Everything fine?, need more this, more that?… - yes you will get your tip, can I eat peacefully now? -). Even the portions of food are smaller than everywhere else in North America, at last a city that seems to understand that quality does not necessarily means quantity…
Peoples look less like sheep too. For example, they will cross a street even with a red pedestrian if no cars are at the horizon (man here in Toronto, they will stay 5 minutes waiting for the green to cross an empty street, I swear the only ones crossing will not be Canadians…)
One awkward thing though; they seem married with their cel phone… in the streets, in the subway, in the park, jogging! Driving, eating!… I mean it’s like they cannot live thirty seconds without talking or being talked to by someone… New Yorkers also seems to know only BLACK, definitively some conformism here, you have to be trendy, and right now, let me tell you BLACK is the trend, I have seen flood of crowds all wearing black, the only tiny bit of color was the Japan tourists melt in the middle…
No but seriously, there is something in the streets of NY, a “je ne sais quoi” that makes it stands from the rest of the country. I really felt some things I had only felt in Paris before. Hard to describe, but I felt home more surely in NY than in downtown Toronto, even if time square is a little bit too much for my schizoid self 
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