So, I go to New York City anticipating the gruff rudeness you’d expect of the Big Apple ….

And what do I get?

Some of the friendliest, warmest, nicest people I’ve ever met on city streets.

Huh?

New Yorkers were falling over themselves to offer directions or point out the sites. When they saw you with a camera, they asked where you were from. One person fixed my Blackberry SIM card. Someone on the subway asked if I had enough space.

I wasn’t ready for that. Not in New York.

You even saw it in the drivers who weren’t honking their heads off like the last time I visited in the 80s. This would no doubt be the result of the new fines: $350 for honking, and signs all over the place.

Admittedly, I was travelling the subway in off-peak hours and I’m not in the 9-5, Mon-Fri grind.

But still.

I’ve been to quite a few big cities in the States, Europe, Asia and – ahem – Canada. And I have no hesitation saying that New York is the friendliest hands down.

At least to typists.