New York is such a city where it is impossible to just slowly stroll around. At least, I can't, nor can anyone I know, and, I suspect, neither can the New Yorkers. I'm sure, there are some rare exceptions that only support the rule.
Each time I visit New York, I feel and see this crazy whirlpool: everyone hurries somewhere, not noticing anything and anyone on their way. Even the tourists, after a day or two, get "infected" with this wild speed and run, run, run... In this city one can't be slow - the aura is pushing him from behind, forcing him to lurch forward.
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