New York, New York. I completely forgot how hot New York can be in August. And how my sense of orientation regularly seems to get stuck at customs. Why is it that I feel so comfortable cruising around London, but manage to get lost in Manhattan when I only want to pop out for a bagel and a coffee? I just don’t get the system of streets into my head. It’s far too logical. And why on earth does everybody drive on the wrong side of the road?
Gotta go now and take a plunge into the sweaty masses. And cool down in Central Park. (Btw, this looks like a wall mural, but I promise this shot hasn’t been taken at Snappy Snaps on Upper Street!)