I love New York, at least the way it used to be, before Bloomberg and Giuliani. The 70s may have been a painful time for NY, but damn, they were fun too, and New York was gorgeous as all hell. Now, in this age of luxury condos and rampant overdevelopment, it does my heart some solace to see a reminder of what the city used to represent. Woody Allen gets his share of (deserved) crap, but no one can fail to acknowledge his towering genius and his love for his home town.
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