There is no city quite like Buenos Aires. That should come as no surprise because, of course, every city is unique. Anywhere that a few million people call home is bound to be bustling, will undoubtedly be exciting, and will certainly be a hotbed of cultural diversity. However, the allure of the Argentine capital runs deeper than this bustling, diverse surface; there is a genuine buzz to the place, an intangible atmosphere that exudes from its various neighbourhoods. There is a Buenos Aires lifestyle, which draws in residents and visitors alike.
New York is big, brash and, quite possibly, the best. A hotbed of creativity and culture, the definitive concrete jungle has an irresistible allure that draws in millions of visitors each year. There never seems to be a dull moment in the Big Apple, from Queens to Brooklyn, fancy bar to late-night pizza place, you’re sure to see some activity. And yet, there is something that prevents me from falling in love with this city. For all New York’s glamour, charm and lofty penthouses, it is not the most welcoming place. Perhaps, therein lies its appeal: you have to be a certain type of person to love New York.