I lied in my last post about New York City. I said I didn’t do anything touristy because I didn’t go on any specific sightseeing outings. However, I did end up experiencing one very famous NYC spot. In order to meet up with my boss and do the work that was the entire point of my trip, I had to take the train. It left from Grand Central Station, a New York landmark.
Apparently the correct name is Grand Central Terminal, but I’m sticking with the old name. I’ve seen one too many romantic movies where our heroes finally find each other in Grand Central Station to change my word choice. Besides, “terminal” sounds sort of clinical and boring, which this place certainly is not.
Even just buying a ticket seems fancy when you’ve got marble counters to lean on. And lean I did, since it was 7 am, and I’d been woken up at 5 by a confused taxi driver. Yes, that is my mea culpa to explain the photo quality in this post.
While I was trying to remember how to use my camera, I was also trying to corral my suitcases. The main concourse was full of people on their daily commute and in a hurry who probably did not appreciate my wide (and somewhat lost) load. Can you imagine having a place this beautiful instead of your boring old bus stop on the way to work?
Safely ensconced in an out of the way corner, I could finally appreciate the ceiling. Its astronomical designs were created in the 1930s, and it certainly adds to the feeling of being in a museum rather than simply in transit.
Of course, I was there for a reason, and eventually I did have to make it to my platform and onto the train. Unfortunately, my train was normal, not some gilded carriage from an earlier era. But I did have a bagel and a coffee. At that time of the morning, a few photos and a good breakfast was enough to make me happy.
More in this series:
Brunching in Battery Park