I checked the sky for signs of rain and set off early to make the most of the day. I had packed my bag with a few necessities – a bite to eat, a bottle of water and heaps curiosity about what the day would bring.
I am in New York. Originally, I was on a business trip but I got I few days here to do whatever I want before I flew home. It is Friday at 12 P.M and I grab my bag with my stuff inside, and take the elevator down to the reception. The nice staff wishes me a good day, and I walk outside with a smile on my face. Some people would say that New York City was too crowded and definitely not beautiful, and would rather be on a beach holiday, but I don’t think I have ever seen something as beautiful as New York City. It smells like exhaust, sweat and happiness. Although not everyone looks very happy, but they must just have had a bad day.
I decide to walk down to a local market. I am not planning on buying anything, I just love the energy there. At every corner, a happy man or woman plays some kind of instrument to earn some extra money. Of course, after that walk through the market I don’t have any cash left, but it isn’t because I bought anything.
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