Well. Where do I begin. A few weeks ago, I basically impulsed a flight to Paris for 6 days of wanderlusting. I've been long overdue for street photography and traveling for myself. So. Why not Paris?
New York as a whole has a buzz about it, no question. I had 2.5 days to get in years worth of anticipation of places I wanted to visit and street vendor pretzels I wanted to eat. My plan was to have no plan, except to spend chunks of time in specific neighborhoods. I did the tourist things: MoMA, 30 Rock, Katz's Deli, Carrie Bradshaw's House, etc, but I wanted to spend time just watching, observing, immersing.