Photo by myself in the main waiting room of Grand Central Station.
I spotted an elderly lady standing at the currency counter Wednesday afternoon. Only later at home did I notice that her jacket nearly matched the ornate metalwork around the window.
Wednesday afternoon I slipped out of work a bit early to walk around. I wound up going through Bryant Park, then down 42nd Street to Grand Central. It was the middle of rush hour.
Usually I get out of work later in the day. I haven't experienced full-on human (as opposed to automobile) rush hour in a long time. I was swept along by bevies of bodies. Enormous crowds of people pushed on to cross the street, at times stopping traffic.
The waiting room of Grand Central was a madhouse. The announcer called out train after train.
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