New York: Day 7

So here we are. Six days and nights, four boroughs and a million photographs later, there's still so much that I have left undone, unclicked and unexplored in New York, New York. As I gaze through the window of my Northwest flight to Minneapolis in Terminal 4 of JFK International Airport, (which, by the way, has now replaced LHR as my favourite airport) I notice an Air India aircraft parked at the next gate; the sheer international representation of aircraft at the terminal (Aer Lingus, Swissair, El Al, Bangladesh Biman, Virgin Atlantic, KLM, Delta, Air India, Singapore Airlines, Lufthansa, Alitalia to name but a few) is unlike anything I've seen before; the Chinese lady in the seat next to mine is starting on Jhumpa Lahiri’s Pulitzer Prize-winning “Interpreter of Maladies” at the same time that I start on her next book “The Namesake” – it is such small pleasures that make life joyful.

I also know now why no-one ever mentions the all-important fact that New York is not at all flat but slopes every which way - there's so much other stuff to talk about that this obscure factoid gets lost in the bright lights of Broadway.

I can't wait for my next trip to a new destination.