One of these details is flowers. In Manhattan and especially in Chelsea, one of my preferred neighborhoods that I affectionately renamed the “flower district”, there is a flower shop at every street corner and almost every grocery store has its own blossom section. As wonderfully colored – often so intensively colored that it is obvious that it is not natural – as the concrete jungle can sometimes be gray, these flowers bring not only a good scent to the area, but also a charming and glamorous feel to each of my walks.
I sometimes wonder how these shops manage to get rid of their inventory. Are New Yorkers such big flower consumers?