There's a lot I could say about the city, or nothing at all. Suffice it to say that NYC is sui generis.
I'll restrict myself to commenting on a few of my favorite things, and one of my least.
Least enjoyable meal: a hamburger and fries in a bar at the Four Seasons Hotel. It's not that the hamburger was bad; it wasn't. It just wasn't worth $50, despite the little chrome basket in which the shoestring fries were incarcerated. The hotel stay and service, however, more than compensated.
Favorite view this time: the Chrysler and Empire State Buildings at night from the hotel room. Majestic.
I love the way it's surrounded by office towers, as if to indicate that after all these centuries, millennia, the Church is still in the middle of the world, still struggling to lift everyone's sights to higher things. Masses and confessions are plentiful throughout the day.
Subject matter included Citigroup from the merger between Citibank and Travelers to the financial crisis, with a special emphasis on Jack Grubman (pictured above); the Securities Analyst Settlement between various regulators and the ten largest Wall Street firms; Morgan Stanley from its merger with Dean Witter to the financial crisis, with a special emphasis on the power struggle between Phil Purcell and John Mack (pictured below, Mack on the viewer's left, Purcell on the right); and the conclusions of the Financial Crisis Inquiry Commission, which highlighted failures in corporate governance.
The Morgan Stanley story is one of my favorites for all of the twists and turns it takes before and after Mack's ousting. His triumphant return in 2005, and public abdication of responsibility in 2009 for bankers' self-control, are especially poignant.