One of the most reliable meeting places in the city are its public atriums. Bastions filled with tables, chairs and conversation. Think Starbucks without the overpriced caffeine. Some also have restrooms. This one even has Spiderman. I've come to rely on these atriums quite a bit - for quick meet-ups and long meetings. Looking around, you see all types of New Yorkers making use of the space, too. A writer's group gathers for their weekly meeting. A homeless person escapes the blizzard outside. A couple breaks up. Two people pray. A tired mess crams for his CFA. FIT students work on a group project. An elderly woman knits. Friends catch up. Strangers meet. When I look around an atrium, I really get a sense of the energy brewing in the city. Even as people are seated, things keep happening.