NEVER-ENDING ROMANCE.

"...Chapter One. He was tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat--I love this! New York was his town and it always would be".

Woody Allen
Manhattan (1979)

Wish I could move to a city where I fall in love--not just with somebody but with the kids riding tricycles, dry cleaners and sausage vendors, old couples, holding hands, the clothes hanging from balconies, the garbage on the street corners, the town prostitutes, the churchgoers. It would be a never-ending romance. A romance that makes you feel alive, feel complete, feel a little crazy and a little more fulfilled. I don't know why this is a sort of a unfilled fantasy for me.