we’re not in manhattan anymore, dorothy (although we will be back there after the strange and wondrous journey by commuter Train to Grand Central Station in a few short hours).
Earlier this morning, we saw people rushing out of houses like this….newspaper still in its polybag, coffee cup-to-go (with branding from an IT or financial conference)….
….and, at the station, those cars that are built for dogs and children (not to drive themselves) and picnic baskets and wet ones/moist wipes in the glove compartment(and here in the country they probably Do Keep gloves therein) were purring by the gates as youngish men poured themselves out and through the barriers as a little girl screamed I Love You! and then the car was off, presumably to deposit the little one at school or ballet and the yummy mummy at pilates or to write her romance novel in the cafe by the river.
we embarked and dozed and picked up email and sooner than expected were thrust back into the cacophony of grand central once more.
a MOST interesting glimpse at a parallel life.