Boarded the subway at W 4th and the smell of defecation was pungent! If you’ve ever encountered an outhouse on a hot summer day, that was about the stench level. Looked around and across the tracks and in total there were 5 persons pushing their belongings in shopping carts, but all were at rest as I surveyed them. The train finally arrived and when I disembarked at the other end in Chinatown, an equally overwhelming smell of dead fish permeated the air. Truly from the frying pan into the fire.