Sitting in the bar at one of my favorite Midtown Manhattan restaurants, Victor's Cafe on 52nd Street, I overheard two well-traveled women from Australia agree with each other that New York City was "colorless." They were referring not to the metaphysical elements of the City, but to the actual color in her structures.
It's hard to differ with their opinion. New York City, for all its wonderful architecture and its splendid skyline, is drab, especially when viewed from above.
That's probably what makes Times Square, in all its neon garishness, even more vivid.
And yet, even though it lacks the blues of Mykonos, the muted reds of Venice, the painted ladies of San Francisco, the whites of Santorini or the pastels of Bermuda, it is the only place on earth that can rightfully claim to be The Greatest City in the World.
Reprinted from RANDOM PHOTOGRAPHS FROM RANDOM JOURNEYS by Joel Cohen