Sometimes after watching the delightfully charming movie “Amelie” or eating a chocolate croissant, I take a few minutes to dream a little dream in which I am bicycling around Paris without a care in the world, admiring its twinkilng lights with Nutella dripping down my little excited face. But then

We all love New York.  Everything about it is amazing, if you can Make It Here, big lights will inspire you and streets will do other stuff and everything is suffused with the glow of magic. But sometimes you just need to get the fuck out.  Whether it be for