Sweet lord, I love this place. I love that you can never be the weirdest dressed person on the street (back home, I'm usually pretty close). I love that there's street art on every corner, from an elephant with winding tentacles scaling a building, to a couple embracing in an abandoned doorway, sparks shooting from their eyes. I even like that you are borderline attacked every time you walk past an Indian restaurant. And the bagels - oh wow, the bagels. I am becoming bagel-obsessed. I am half bagel, half woman. Bagelism is my religion. I'm sorry. I'm tired.
Moral of the story: bagels.
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