{"id":223,"date":"2019-10-09T10:03:02","date_gmt":"2019-10-09T05:03:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/olly.page\/?p=223"},"modified":"2020-04-24T22:07:44","modified_gmt":"2020-04-24T17:07:44","slug":"fall-new-york","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/olly.mashtub.com\/?p=223","title":{"rendered":"Fall in New York"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cThe city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.\u201d<\/em>
\n\u2015\u00a0F. Scott Fitzgerald,\u00a0<\/span>The Great Gatsby<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

It is the first week of October, the first week of the Fall. The air is different; it’s fresh and cold, the city has changed it’s darker and grey. New York City is new again. There are no more heatwaves, no more humidity, and sweat. The city smells of pumpkin spice latte and tastes like cinnamon rolls.<\/p>\n

With summer dwindling and the crowds of tourists fading away, it may seem like New York City is getting ready to hibernate for another winter. Look a little closer, however, and you\u2019ll discover a secret only the locals know. No one lives here because they love the summer, it\u2019s Fall in New York that captures the hearts.<\/p>\n