Arriving in Penn Station is like finding yourself inside an
ant hill. People swarming in all directions, all clearly knowing where they are
going – crossing paths, moving quickly up stairs, disappearing down into
tunnels, not slowing even when the escalators aren’t running and more coming
all the time.
We
emerged from the train into the daylight and were welcomed with our first shock
of a Manhattan street. Thirty-fourth Street is mid-way up Manhattan and the
traffic, noise, smells and people tell you, you’ve arrived.
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