New York City in the summertime can be magical.
Even though I ended up there because I was looking for somewhere to eat my Mr. Softee soft-serve twist while my friend ate her Chipotle burrito, I’m usually never disappointed by an evening in Bryant Park. There are usually a bunch of (sometimes hilarious) free events (fly-fishing?) going on in a relatively small spot, including the concert that we stumbled upon.
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Ah, New York, New York. Hopefully one day I’m allowed to visit.