When you associate anything with New York City it is usually the extraordinary buildings that pierce the sky or the congested sidewalks with people desperate to shop in the famous stores in which celebrities dwell. Even with my short visit there I found myself lost within the Big Apple. The voices of the never-ending attractions call out and envelop you in their awe. The streets are filled with an atmosphere that is like a young child on a shopping spree in a candy store. Although your feet swelter from the continuous walking, you find yourself pressing on with the yearning to discover the 'New York Experience'.
Upon arrival into the jungle of vast buildings, the first thing noticed is the mobbed streets filled with taxi cabs and cars going to and fro in numerous directions, with the scent of exhaust surfing through the air. As you progress deeper into the inner city and exit your vehicle, the aroma of the many restaurants passes through your nostrils and gives you a craving for a? NY Hot Dog? sold by the street venders on the corner calling out your name. As you continue your journey you are passed by the ongoing flow of pedestrians talking on their cell phones and drinking a Starbucks while enjoying the city. The constant commotion of conversing voices rage up and down the streets as someone calls for a fast taxi. A mixed sound of various music styles all band together to form one wild tune.
New York City has many cultures and billions of places to visit. It would take someone years to visit everything in New York City... it may be impossible. But NYC is always awake and always waiting for new people to bask in its glory. Some of the best attractions for a visit to NYC are b'lo nightclub, the champagne Fashion Brunch, The Empire state building, Majestic Theatre, The Sopranos Tour, and the Central Park movie tour! We hope to see you soon.
Experience some New York City Nightlife by visiting one of the hottest clubs in town b'lo (pronounced
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