New York City can inspire great love, and sometimes fear or intimidation, for those who don’t know it, or are not used to large cities. There is no doubt that it is a mecca for the arts – full of opportunity both to perform and to see the world’s greatest artists.
But I am often struck by the little moments that can pass by so swiftly that they might not register as unusual, or uniquely New York.
Yesterday I wrote about my morning subway ride. This morning, as I walked down Amsterdam Avenue from 72nd Street (a bit late to work after a late evening of auditions) I passed the branch New York Public Library that is just around the corner from Juilliard. And there was a line outside, because it was about 10 minutes to 10.
Shouldn’t all libraries have lines of eager people outside, just waiting for them to open?