The other day, I walked from my office on Broadway and 39th Street to “Ink48” (a wonderful boutique hotel with a great restaurant-“Print”) on 48th Street and Eleventh Avenue. As I walked north on Broadway, I left the old “garment district” which is gradually absorbing non-garment businesses with its people-friendly pedestrian mall on Broadway. I was soon walking through Times Square with its bright lights, billboards, street performers, tourists, barricades and police. With a left turn on 47th Street, I was in the Theatre District. As I walked west, I found myself in Hell's Kitchen, clearly residential and still a little rough around the edges. It was a short walk, about twenty minutes. There were no fences or signs delineating the neighborhoods. A seamless stroll. There is something mysterious about the transition from neighborhood to neighborhood. No boundaries. The movement is linear and gradual, yet, suddenly you’ve left, arrived and the distinct character of the new neighborhood surrounds you. It is one of the many things that makes a walk in the City very special.