I took my first trip to Manhattan in the winter of 2003. Everything about the city was enchanting. I hardly noticed the freezing temperatures because I was utterly amazed by the people, towering buildings, and fast pace of Manhattan. Around every corner was something new and exciting. The city was a forest of buildings and I did not mind being lost in it. I inhaled everything that I could. Every morning I would walk from my hotel on 50th Street between Lexington Avenue and 3rd Avenue, to Ess-A-Bagel on the corner of 51st Street and 3rd Avenue.
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