Apple, Apple, Big and Fat

NYC is amazing, people... just as good as they say it is. I was there on a one-hour layover on my bus journey up north, and five minutes was all it took to love it. After two weeks of quiet, truly uninteresting almost-rural life, I welcomed the throbbing vitality of the place with both arms and legs.

Walked along Times Square. Saw:

• One jazz bar
• Five sex shoppes (The kind with signs that have no punctuation - "Girls Girls Girls 24 hours live shows HOT")
• The Majestic Theatre, playing The Phantom of The Opera
• Two sets of blaring sirens escorting random VIPs to the Republican National Convention, and a handful of protesters who were lost from their herd.
• Subway gratings spewing hot air, and
• Hundreds and hundreds of people just lolling about, living, breathing, fighting, walking the streets.

Oh man. Talk about breaths of fresh air (no irony intended). I can't wait to go back.