It was a view I’d seen a thousand times before, that I could see a thousand times again without ever a trace of fatigue, but on this day, as we passed over the Queensboro Bridge, peering out to the East River, I was reminded that magic is there.

For the clutter and the noise and just the general busy-ness of it all, a day like this will tell you what you really need to know about life in the City – that these things exist not as the definition of this place, but as the byproducts of living, breathing people, full of heart, celebration, and love.

And so it was with Megan and Anthony on their brilliant day traversing through midtown, making its way through a church with origins in 1879, and ending on the waterfront. It couldn’t have been a more glorious celebration or a better example of what it is that makes it all so wonderful.