The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and beauty in the world. F. Scott Fitzgerald

Last week, I spent six wonderful days in New York City. I traveled there for a full week of meetings for work, and spent all the in between hours out and about in Midtown Manhattan. A few nights, I had wonderful dinners with friends–the best refreshment for the soul. I walked Madison Avenue in the rain, just to have the chance to see the windows while there. I enjoyed a bit of time in the St. Patrick’s Day Parade revelry which marches up 5th Avenue on March 17th. And, I had the immense privilege of attending a formal gala inside the Waldorf Astoria, listening to author Candace Bushnell speak for a breakfast (a future post here), and Ron Howard in conversation about his amazing career at the gala.

What is it about New York City that I love? The energy, the lights, the people, the sunshine and long shadows cast down from skyscrapers, the life that hums there. I caught New York City as a teen, on my second trip there, when I walked the long streets to go-sees for the modeling world after my foot had gotten in the door and pulled me into. There is something about New York City, especially Midtown Manhattan, that speaks of history and tradition, and also of the new and the modern. Some photos from my week there in that wonderfully unique place in the world:

Midtown Manhattan: Favorite NYC Photos