I'm going to tell you about my adventures in the USA. When we arrived after landing, I waited for the person who was supposed to help me in the airport. A man came with a wheelchair to help us. Since there were several of us, he asked my son to push me. When an elevator arrived, he got in and said, "I'll send it back to you and wait for you downstairs." The elevator went back up, and we got off, but of course, there was no one down there. So we headed to immigration on our own and found a wheelchair lane. At JFK, it's always crowded. A not-so-friendly man checked our passports, asked us the usual questions, and let us through anyway. So we went to baggage claim to retrieve our suitcases and my wheelchair. We easily found the suitcases, but no wheelchair. After wandering around for a while, we found an Air France office to try to locate the wheelchair. We finally learned that it had stayed in France. Given the late hour and the time difference, we went to the hotel, saying we'd see about it tomorrow. The next day, I contacted a friend in France, unable to call directly, and explained my troubles to her. She called Air France, who told her I should rent a wheelchair while they sent me the other one. My daughter found a store specializing in rentals. It was Sunday, but she told me, "Don't worry, they're always open in New York." So we took a taxi to the store, which, of course, was closed. We were really embarrassed, like three idiots in front of the Iron Curtain. Next to the store was a nice hotel. We were really embarrassed, and the receptionist came to talk to us. We explained our troubles to him. Since it was very hot, he invited us to take shelter in the lobby. He said, "Wait, I'll be right back." Ten minutes later, he returned with a wheelchair. "I called the store. They have used chairs. How much do you want to pay for them?" Given the condition of the chair, which was almost new, I told him, incredulously, $50. He said, "No problem, it works." I explained that I didn't have any cash yet and that I was going to send my son to get some. He said, "Go with him, you can come pay me later." We had met the nicest man in the world. So we went for a walk and came to pay him as soon as we could. All this to say that we were incredibly lucky and that New Yorkers are, for the most part, really nice. There's always someone to help you. Except at the airport, where it's really not that great. The rest of our stay was really uneventful, but going through security on the way back was really unpleasant. We met a woman who had missed out on a vocation in the Marines. Aside from that, New York is a great city that I highly recommend. Getting around in a wheelchair is really easy. Transportation is very accessible. So my opinion is very positive.