I will remember New York by its scents. The airsickness bag someone filled as we landed, the stale urine smell of the humid subway, and the sweet, vinegary wine sun-cooking on the sidewalk on my way to Times Square. The fresh double-egg-and-cheese-on-a-roll from a street vendor near the exhaust of honking traffic, and a real-life pigeon lady’s fistful of seed with rock doves flocking as I walked past.
Jun 162010