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The only museum in America dedicated to collecting and exhibiting 19th- and early 20th-century European academic art. Museums (even in Europe) totally skip this section of art. It’s because Impressionists started exhibiting without the state, and now nobody cares about state sponsored art during the Impressionists’ reign. Well, the Dahesh does, and you should too. At the Dahesh: Great orientalist painting. Fascinating. The cafe is super stylish, offers afternoon tea. Madison Ave. between 56th and 57th.

If you like generic nighlife based on binge drinking, Hoboken is the place for you. When people graduate from college but are not ready to yet leave their college town, they move to Hoboken where they can still act like they’re in college. A coworker of mine described it as, “Where frat boys go to die,” and frat boys will love it. I chose to spend the extra money, have a smaller apartment, and live in NYC, where nightlife (in addittion to EVERYTHING else) is actually inspired.

Second year in a row, statistically determined to be the worst city in the U.S. I saw it one time from Philadelphia, when you cross the Deleware River into Philly, you basically drive over Camden. I want to go there and work in an outreach program.

Detroit has got it real bad, and I feel bad for Detroit. Blocks and blocks of vacant lots. It’s like they built roads through vacant lots. I know there used to be a thriving city, it’s just been torn down. Big smoking factories right next to schools. Crackheads out wandering the streets at 10a.m. on a Saturday. Fast food restaurants the only place to eat in the heart of the blight, which says something about unhealthy restaurants capitalizing on the poorest.

The DIA is one of the best collections in the U.S. There are a few pockets of nice in Detroit, but they are just a few blocks from WW3.

I was 18 and stopped here right before going back to America. Stocked up on duty free cigarettes and liquor. Also bought Cuban cigars.

It’s surreal because it’s like you’re in a European castle, except this place was built less than a hundred years ago. What happened was, William Randolph Hearst threw money at old families in Europe and then gutted their castles, villas and churches and brought them all back to this mansion in Cali.

This town seems like it might be coming up.

The Hungarians have a penchant for the depressing (and dying their hair awkward colors) and the National Gallery is in the castle on top of the hill. If you like depressing art (like me), this museum is for you.

I wandered the streets with some Hungarian girls all night. They ended up stealing 20 bucks from me, but it was my fault because I gave them the money to go buy weed in a train station at about 4a.m.

Make sure you decide on a price with your cab driver before he takes you anywhere because they love ripping you off. It happened to me right after those girls ripped me off. I’d go back though. I’m older and smarter and not a weed head anymore.

People tend to forget about Berlin in the cross-Europe jaunts. It’s nearly as beautiful and historic as Paris, but maybe the history is the problem. There are supposedly more bridges here than in Venice.

I love London and would like to live there. It’s a happy cross between New York and Paris, and accessible enough from both.

Long story short. I was drunk and peeing on a stone wall next to the Capital the night before the 2001 innauguration, and security mistook me for someone trying to jump the fence. I was questioned by the police and a 6’5” Secret Service man who was the spitting image of Samuel L. Jackson’s Shaft. He told me, “We are the Secret Service of the United States and we do not fuc* around. I want you to go back to your hotel room, and I want to never hear your name again.” So I went back to my hotel room and never heard any more about this. I had pot in my pocket the whole three hours I was being questioned right out on a driveway to the capital. Man am i glad I didn’t have to stay the night in D.C. city jail.