Walking Manhattan

My sixth visit to New York was different from all the previous. I was free from work and decided to walk and walk and walk. And I walked for seven days and learned how to find old books.

A hot summer week in 2009. We stayed in an apartment at Upper East, just a few blocks from Central Park. Soon I realised that my 20-year-old son knew more about the town than I.



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