And how long have I been riding the subways? Yesterday, I discovered that taking the R to Times Square then hopping on the S shuttle just across the same platform is the easiest way to get to Grand Central Station. Duh!
I love Grand Central – it’s a grand Beaux-Arts station where a constant st
ream of commuters and tourists taking pictures, crisscross like ants without bumping into each other. It’s so energizing just watching them. The market at GC – I drool over the manchegos and aged goudas, sweets and a selection of good eats. The one of a kind gift stalls are an added touch to the busy station. Cold feet? Slippers from Tibet or Nepal are perfect.
I love Grand Central – it’s a grand Beaux-Arts station where a constant st
ream of commuters and tourists taking pictures, crisscross like ants without bumping into each other. It’s so energizing just watching them. The market at GC – I drool over the manchegos and aged goudas, sweets and a selection of good eats. The one of a kind gift stalls are an added touch to the busy station. Cold feet? Slippers from Tibet or Nepal are perfect.The musicians are almost a fixture in the underground and I find them gracious enough to allow me to snap their pictures. This time a sax player got my full attention. He was really good. It sure takes the monotony out of the commute. But of course I tossed a buck in the kitty!
One wonders if these daily riders on the rush even pay attention. Speaking of which, did you hear about Joshua Bell not being recognized at a busy Washington, DC train station when he experimented on playing incognito underground? He took home a measly few dollars and only one person during the entire day was able to identify him. I wonder how he felt about that. Perhaps if that was in NYC there would've been a crowd surrounding him. Or maybe not. New Yorkers are preconditioned not to stare at celebrities and allow them their space. An unspoken rule, I guess.After soaking in the arts at the Morgan Library, I scoot
ed to the NYPL a few blocks away and soaked in the rain on the way. Aha! I never noticed this before! The two-block stretch on 41st Street was nicknamed The Library Way, lined with 96 bronze sidewalk plaques featuring quotations from literature and poetry, ends facing the majestic New York Public Library. Cool. I read and photographed most of them.
ed to the NYPL a few blocks away and soaked in the rain on the way. Aha! I never noticed this before! The two-block stretch on 41st Street was nicknamed The Library Way, lined with 96 bronze sidewalk plaques featuring quotations from literature and poetry, ends facing the majestic New York Public Library. Cool. I read and photographed most of them.
There they were, the mascot guarding the entrance to the library, the marble Lions namely Patience on the south side and Fortitude on the north. I’ve seen these sculptures adorned with wreaths at Christmas and other times, décor of sorts that may fit the theme of a holiday parade that passes by.
There is so much to see but I just briefly went thru a current exhibit at the Stokes Gallery. A multimedia collection of mainly photographs by the artist Stephen Dupont and entitled The Perils of Freedom. It documents the effects of the rampant drug trafficking in Afghanistan. The artist’s first solo show in the US, his photographs tell the sad story.
That's my story, in a single day and one loop. My kind of town. If you have the patience, I'll take you on a tour. And the fortitude to go thru the extremely painful exercise of reading this hotchpotch of a blog? Nah... you've got that! Or do you?
Thanks.
