Bright lights, big city. The city that never sleeps pulses with energy.

The perfect Saturday begins with a freshly baked baguette for breakfast, followed by some prime people-watching outside my favorite sandwich place, watching the world go by. Coffee in hand, I wander into bookstores (extra plus if they have a shop cat), and explore the city’s lesser-known corners, stumbling upon street markets brimming with records and vintage tableware.

In New York, every corner, every subway ride, every old-school bodega (or is it just another hipster place posing as one?) holds a story waiting to unfold.