Last Sunday I specifically went into the city to see a screening of Klute, a film I (sheepishly) only knew by reputation (for the fashion) but never actually watched. Now was a good time as any to finally add it to the repertoire; plus, Tavi Gevinson and Hilton Als (!)—both of whom I admire immensely—would be there to introduce the movie. And I, being a fan of the two writers and a fangirl of Jane Fonda (Barbarella forever!), wasted no time purchasing a ticket for one. But first, I’d explore. At the risk of sounding like every other girl who lived and breathed Sex and the City (native New Yorkers, you may want to skip ahead; else, paper bags are stowed directly in front of your seat), the city has always been magical to me. Before SATC and after. As a book-hungry child and as a more jaded adult. New York, to me, is the epicenter for all: a home for the intellectual and a mecca for the hedonist. There’s never a shortage of adventure or discovery; even people-watching is enthralling on this island. Had I not been pressed for time I would’ve stopped everywhere. Instead, I limited myself to a few places along the…