Washington Square Park
It was exceedingly strange that evening at around ten or eleven when I reached New York. I arrived at Penn station, checked my bag and took a subway to to St Mark's Place in the Village. There I was, instantly plunged into good old electric New York city with none of the customary nervous preamble. It was like surfacing in San Francisco after a BART ride from Berkeley. This is opposed to the familiar building tension, not to say terror, of coming in by car or by bus and seeing the endless highways, traffic, and buildings. If you are traveling into New York, may I recommend the train.
A shop window on Bleecker street.
(Journal to follow)
26 November 2005
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