“Beggars buy love on the boulevards, red light stains the stairs, the life is hard.”
I’m sitting in a small park called Bowling Green at the bottom of Broadway in Manhattan. The view uptown is like looking up into a canyon at the bottom of which runs a black riverbed carrying a river of cars and people. Fast food is king in NYC. People live on additives and chemicals and it shows. The older ones seem to be decaying from a lifetime of consuming junk food.
After breakfast at the Bagel Point Cafe, we caught the subway from Borough Hill to Times Square where we went shopping. Linda bought a pair of Reebok hiking boots and I bought a small tape recorder. We spent the rest of the day wandering around in the vast concrete canyons of Manhattan until 6pm when we met Dan in Bryant Park, a small island of green in an ocean of grey concrete and white noise. We set off over to Greenwich Village for a curry. Following that, we wandered down to a bar called The Comedy Cellar where we watched four hilarious stand-up comics.
CurseOfTheTraveller 