Chronicles Continued

It is absolutely charming how the folk works to beautify the living spaces.

‘I have the body of a god’.  Thought to myself, that’s a bold statement given you, male sojourner, look as if you might be 8 months pregnant.  And then I look at the picture spread across the expanse.  Buddha!!

Those amazing chandeliers hang in various locations in Grand Central Terminal [sometimes mistakenly referred to as Station rather than Terminal].

…to seeing it all. On the subway, I have witnessed, hair combing, mascara brushing, lipstick applications, all of which I found understandable. The stuff you do in the rear view mirror of your car- if you had one. But today it was deodorant spraying. He was wearing a nice ‘wife-beater’ so he had easy access. At first glance I didn’t believe it, but as I stood to exit at the next stop, the scent began to waft through the car. Now I wait for teeth brushing and shaving – either legs or face!!

There are five of one sort, and many of the other. Do you know where you will find these in the City?

The uptown directed bus couldn’t pull forward to the bus stop, or get near to the curb. There was a money/bank truck parked in the space. So the driver stopped a few yards premature and out in traffic. As I exited out the back, I heard a rather strange sound and following the sound, saw a middle-aged lady step off the curb, dragging her suitcase behind her. It was making an exceptional amount of noise. I took a better look at the bottom of the luggage. The two wheels normally on the “back side” were straight up in the air, on the “front” and she was dragging her case on the two plastic foot stands.

These ceramic art pieces are back-lighted in a long wall of white tiles.  There are about a dozen.

 

 

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