What’s the difference between an old bus stop and a lobster with a boob job?
It’s beautifully, flamboyantly cliché. Ricky Martin has a house on one of the wide, green-canopied avenues. His music plays here more than is merited.
A catch up entry from March 2017, lost between the flimsy pages of my Google Inbox and iPhone notes.
Ooh, pretty coastline!
In which NYC and I do Round III.
And now I’m on a plane to New York. I have 60 hours in New York City: it feels like a challenge. I’ve never liked this city. However, I’m fairly certain that that’s my fault, not its.
It’s all I can do not to fall asleep in my Sam Adams, raw clams and marshmallows.