Despite the clichéd and ubiquitous slogan, I love New York.

No matter how much I have enjoyed being elsewhere, coming home to New York is always welcome. But even those we love have their faults and my experience at the JFK airport(chaos reigns at the security and customs areas) sadly does not put this great city in a positive light.

But time passes and I am inevitably on my way.

Arriving late, I take a taxi home. As is true for the vast majority of drivers I encounter, mine this evening is from a different land. His accent and appearance suggest he comes from South Asia.

When his phone rings , I am startled to hear his choice of ring tones. It is an Irish jig.

I love New York.