My boarding pass to come home.
I was too lazy to dig up the one for getting there.

 

The hotel was massive and very tall. 17 floors. I've never really spent any time in any big city before this. I mean, I've NEVER been in a city this large. The drive from Philly to New Jersey doesn't count. I didn't SEE Philadelphia except for a few highways. Those walkways between sections of building at the top fascinated me. Cool architecture. Made me think of Tracing.

I spent a lot of my time looking up. All the skyscrapers just amazed me. I can just picture Batman and Robin racing through the streets and swinging from building to building. Or is it Spiderman that swings? Sorry, I don't read comics. But it was very Gotham City to me.

The guy you see, in the red, behind the SUV, was the guy dressed up as a colonial dude. They had this little room that was right behind him, that they stood in all day and waited for important people to alight. They didn't ever offer to escort us though.

There was a beautiful park right across from the hotel with this sculpture of pipe and another of hands. You can see some of the pipes in the upper right hand corner of the picture. I should have taken pictures of that but instead I took a photo of the Sak's Fifth Avenue store. And some people. You can see my priorities right there I think...

Mere pictures do no justice to the absolute elegance of this place. Very opulent with mirrored sections, niches, statues, plants and all that other fancy architecture stuff that I am just too tired to think about right now. Sorry.

This mail system was an interesting thing. You could drop your letters in the slot on the top and they were magically whisked down however many flights to, I guess, the mailbag. But the shoot was clear so I guess if you stood there all day I bet you'd see someone's mail flying down the shoot. Sort like an early email system..... okay so maybe not. Moving on.

 

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