New York reflections

I have been thinking of my few days in New York over Christmas, and reflecting on my thoughts.
It is a wonderfully elective city, catering for all. My brief journey through Greenwich Village which used to of course be home to writers, musicians and artists is now more of a full gay community, some of the clubs are still there offering wonderful blues, and art galleries survive, but the writing community seems to have vanished. It is such a small land area to have this huge memory of mine, and yearning at one time to go and live there.
China Town, is truly amazing, a complete hotch potch of everything Chinese, markets selling everything, herbalists, and Chinese doctors offering cures for all. Fantastic silk shops, with amazing fabrics, but in all I found it a somewhat depressing and dirty place, I certainly would not of bought food from street vendors or the open front markets.
Central Park, all we ever hear, here is of the dangers of the park, but never any of the real beauty of the place, giving New York a little breathing place at it's heart.
Fifth Avenue, the place to see the beautiful and famous, yes very clean, stores with fantastic window displays, but no price tags! One would not ask. Such an expensive place.
Yet get to the outskirts and suburbs and you see real American poverty, from the slums and tenements to the homeless street people.
I find it hard to understand the disparity, and so would like to see a world which was fair to all, where everyone was housed, and fed, and cared for, that would be my Utopia.