New York week

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned,
but New York is always hopeful.
Always it believes that something good is about to come off,
and I must hurry to meet it.
There is excitement ever running its streets.
Each day, as you go out, you feel the little nervous quiver that is yours
when you sit in the theater just before the curtain rises.
Other places may give you a sweet and soothing sense of level;
but in New York there is always the feeling of “Something’s going to happen.”
It isn’t peace. But, you know, you do get used to peace, and so quickly.
And you never get used to New York.

      Dorothy Parker, My Hometown, McCall’s magazine, 1928