Chances are You Will Want to Come to New York City
In 1958 Her streets were paved in yellow brick leading to Fifth Avenue and 42nd Street. You might have seen a zealous couple dance-walking towards Broadway’s winking lights. You might have heard jazz eking out of the Metropole; Ahmad Jamal polishing white keys with rhythmical fingers. Small armies of white hats took leave then from hulks of ships. Bell-bottom trousers flapped in the glittering glass town past steel palaces exerting attraction on click-clacking high heeled shoes and saucy red lips, interchanging magnetic pick-ups. Today culture explosion and a caravan of chic boutiques marketing on the upper east side, symbolize the best and worst of New York. Yet, bright young thing, Chances are you will want to come to New York City.