I quote here 2 sentences from an essay he wrote about Coney Island in New York.It reveals a revolutionary who was also awed by the scope and hustle of our largest city.
"It is a world full of stars, with Orchestras, dancing, merriment, surf sounds, human sounds, choruses of laughter, gentle breezes, barkers chanting, swift carriages, swifter trains, until the hour comes to go home. Then like a monster that vomits its contents into the hungry maw of another monster, that colossal crowd, that straining, crushing mass, forces it's way onto trains, which speed across the wastes, groaning under their burden, until they surrender it to the tremendous steamers, enlived by the sound of harps and violins, which take up the holiday throng, convey it to the piers, and debouch the weary merrymakers into the spread through slumbering New York like veins of steel."