New York via Turin

The state of New York City, or perhaps the state itself, is one that is often times thought about in literature and books; inspiring art and thoughts. People come from around the world to land in NYC, with hopes and dreams.
MOMA

I had these, and have them still. But for me, it takes awhile to feel at home, to get into a movement so to speak, a stream, a river, another metaphor for things moving. By the end of my time there a few weeks ago, I wasn’t really ready to stop eating, to stop riding the subway, but most of all I wasn’t ready to stop feeling anonymous. This is the best feeling in the world, and one, for which, I would move to a major city for. You don’t even need to move to one the size of New York, instead, I often take a day train ride to Turin, where I can indulge the side of me that needs some space, some time to reflect, or not; to drink coffee, sit in the sun, eat cous-cous and meander my way through the market, down Via Roma, or though the quadrilateral part of town.

Pointy

I was thinking of this the other day when I was there. I thought to myself, why do I always follow the same routes through the city? I go to the same places all the time, I never deviate from normal pedestrian paths to anywhere I’m going, despite Turin being one of the most gridded cities in Italy, if not Europe (unbelievable really, its kind of like mini-Phoenix, all streets go north/south/east/west for the most part you can’t get lost). It obviously wasn’t a city that got attacked a lot, or if it did, it was ill-prepared.

 

Life moves in Italy, during the summer, at a pace that seems uncontrolled. So, next time I’m in Turin, I will walk, uncontrolled, to an unknown destination, just to see what is there, and what is on the way.

New Amsterdam

When life gives you chocolate, you should eat it.
Mast Brothers Chocoalte

I regret that I did not get a chance to try their bars that seemed to be available in every hipster food joint around town, at the New Amsterdam Market as well as at Sumptown Coffee, the mecca of Hipsterdom, but one that makes a hell of a latte.

We moved to the market, via two different subway lines.  Those are where the person who invented anti-bacteria hand sanitizer came up with the idea.  Even so, it is the best, most efficient way to go about town.  We arrived, got lost, and then, after finding what seemed to be a tourist trap, found this up and coming market.

Marlow & Sons

They were selling coffee too, but not Stumptown, although i’m sure, just as good and/or hipster.
New Amsterdam Market Coffee

We tasted, sampled and tried about everything we could, minus the Kombucha, which we still have no idea what it is, or why people go crazy for it.

Kombucha Brooklyn

And then, our market adventure came to an end.
More about New York soon enough.