He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion…

Chapter 1.
“He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion… no, make that: he – he romanticized it all out of proportion. Yeah. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.“
Uh, no let me start this over…
― Woody Allen, Manhattan