Drive around Manhattan at night, walk around the Times Square area at lunchtime.
I only found myself in NYC by accident, in may 2001. I had to be in NJ for 3 days for business, but I ended up having nothing to do for 2½ days so I just drove around and after a while was intrigued by signs that said “New York (or NYC) 40miles”, or something like that. I was so unhappy to leave warm and sunny Central Florida, especially just days before having to go back to goddamned france that I had not even bothered to look at a map before leaving, let alone learn anything about the area. When I saw the signs I just thought there probably was a New York in NJ, just like there’s a Paris in Texas, Michigan, france and other places. I had nothing better to do so I went to check it out, passed through a tunnel and found myself in NYC, then realized it was the real deal.
So I just drove around, all night, but I stuck to Manhattan because I had no map, no GPS, and no one on hand. I was just mesmerized by everything I saw, like someone had built that place just for me and surprised me with this gift.
At around 2am I decided to walk around a little, in the Times Square area. I just took it all in. But some random guy was walking next to me, casually hitting his pal with a chair, made a bit of conversation with me, ended up inviting me to crash at his place, so I figured it was better to drive than walk, at night at least.
Ar around 4am I was involved in a wreck. Some guy didn’t see the red light and hit my car, fortunately there was only cosmetic damage. I had heard so many horror stories about New Yorkers down in Florida, including this one: as I used to hear, if you were involved in a car accident with a New Yorker, they pinned the whole thing on you and their cops would go along because they covered for one another. I was a bit nervous but the guys were great, they took full responsibility, the cops were professional, in fact I was so pleasantly surprised that this annoying incident turned into a positive experience. So I went back to driving.
I only stopped driving at 11am. Parked the car, walked by a hair salon, got a haircut, found a small restaurant, got lunch, and then I spent 3 hours walking around Times Square. Went back into the car and drove around Manhattan. I had heard so often that driving in Manhattan was a nightmare, especially at rush hour. It ended up being a blast because it was so easy to get by, compared to Paris in france or just about any Italian city.
At around 7pm I was tired, wanted to sleep, finally, so as I was unable to find a room in a decent Manhattan hotel I just went back to NJ.
To this day it’s remained one of my fondest memories.