“Don’t look up.” That was the first piece of advice I was given after moving to New York City nearly 30 years ago. “Everyone will know for sure you’re not from around here.”
The Chrysler Building
But it was hard not to. Everywhere there was magnificent, varied architecture stretching into the sky: the Empire State Building, my favorite Chrysler Building – an art deco masterpiece that looks like it’s topped with slices of kiwi fruit — and of course, the tallest buildings at that time, the twin towers of the World Trade Center. I had been to the World Trade Center restaurant, Windows on the World, in 2000, and the view at more than 100 stories high was both extraordinary and vertigo-inducing.