Chapter One. The Doctor adored New York City. He idolised it out of all proportion. Eh uh, no, make that he, he romanticised it out of all proportion. Better. To him, no matter what the photographic evidence, filming in Central Park was a wheeze.
Yeah, seems suitably geeky. For as reported by On Location Vacations Doctor Who has landed in the Big Apple.
As captured by @ahab99 the Doctor thrived on the hustle and bustle of the crowds and the traffic especially around by the Duck pond and up the hill from Wollman Rink…to the north east…by the road.
To him New York meant beautiful companions and Weeping Angels that knew all the angles. Ah corny, too corny, you know for my tastes. Let me try and make it more profound.
The final chapter. He’ll soon be stood alone in the city as tough and as romantic as his adventures. For behind his inscrutable bow tie and Tweed jacket was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat. No, no. Too derivative. What am I? A neurotic writer director behind some of the greatest ‘New York’ films of the past 40 years? Keep it simple.
Chapter One. The Doctor Who crew adored New York. They romanticised it out of all proportion. To them, no matter what the season, they couldn’t resist filming there following the gracious reception they’ve received from America fans.
Yeah, and now we have images of Matt and Karen within the thrum and bustle of this great city. New York was their town, and it always would be.
And cue Gershwin…