I walked into Aire Ancient Baths in TriBeCa, ready for my Argan Oil Experience. It was the only thing I wanted, someone to bore their hands deep into my knots, untie them for me temporarily so that I can feel loose and free until they inevitably become re-knotted again. The streets are so soundless you can hear the gentle breeze brushing against your face, everyone has either gone back home or is asleep and it feels like you’re the last person left, if only for a moment.įor my birthday, my brothers gifted me a spa day. The trains are empty, much like they were when I was growing up. The holidays are my favorite time of year because you can wake up during relatively normal morning hours, say 8am or 9am, and have the city all to yourself. Not a soul on the street and very few sprinkles of cars on the road. As I strolled along Lispenard Street on my way to the spa, I reveled in the silence of the city.
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