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Back in the city that never sLeeps
Touch down: New York. It’s September 11, exactly 17 years since I stood on a street in Greenwich Village and watched the Twin Towers fall. The date’s a fluke, one of those odd twists of happenstance that can seem, just briefly, to hold clues to the meaning of life. Everything changes, New York most of all. I left the city, ultimately; moved back to Australia and winced whenever an old TV show panned across lower Manhattan with a reminder of what had been lost. Much else has gone since: Carnegie Deli, Elaine’s, the Oak Room at the Plaza, CBGBs and Harlem’s legendary Lenox Lounge. New York institutions that leave a gap and a pang. Nostalgia, for better or for worse, is a powerful force in the city. But so is reinvention.
Everything changes and in 2014, the glinting glass exclamation mark of One World Trade Centre rose to reclaim the sky downtown. From the top of the 104-storey building you can see the curvature of the Earth, and the vista below, teeming with possibility, can still make me catch my breath. An unfamiliar flash of sunstruck glass near the river announces not another new skyscraper but the
By Megan LehMann