Our third day travelling on the New York subway. The stations are filthy dirty, but it’s so cheap, and you’re never waiting long for a train. The trains themselves are clean, and the people are polite. The intersecting train lines are complicated, almost organically intricate. With a handy map, we are now easily navigating the city.
Tonight on our station, there was a guitarist singing Beatles’ covers. He had the voice of an angel, and the look of a rock-star, and gave Verity a wink as we left.