I walked past a parking garage with a frozen stream of cars waiting to enter. I expected to see Marcello Mastroianni or Michael Stipe in one of the cars. Out to Broad Street, which is where the office I will be visiting is located. There's a bustle to New York streets that you'll never see in Los Angeles. Even the people smoking outside the New York Stock Exchange on the corner of Broad and Wall Street were in a hurry to ingest their nicotine and get back inside.
Nobody does that.
You assume that the street you're going to cross will be open, and only at the last moment do you actually check that the way is clear and stop if it is not. I turned up Wall Street and found myself at Trinity Church on Broadway, there were a half dozen men offering shoe shines on the other side of a graveyard old enough to have its stones set askew and rubbed mostly clean of their text. Up the street was Liberty Park. There are two types of parks in New York City, from what I can tell. The more common is a type of small plaza, paved with trees and usually a statue.