Yesterday was a sunny Sunday so my man and I decided to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge. This iconic stroll is among my favorite New York City activities. In fact, all my visiting friends are required to cross the bridge on foot when in town for the first time. As on most warm-weather weekends, the walkway was packed with cyclists, jogging New Yorkers, photo-snapping tourists, strolling New Yorkers, and other sundry characters. A promenade of different faces, from all around the globe, speaking in a multitude of languages. As always, it gave me such a buzz. At one point, as I looked to the right at the skyline of Manhattan, perfect lit with late-afternoon hues, I just had to play tourist and take a photo.
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