We took a taxi to our base, Hudson Hotel on central Park .
The air was crisp and clear, the kind that makes your breath visible in short puffs. The park’s pathways were less crowded, with the occasional jogger or dog walker.
Wen then then headed down to see the sights of Time Square.
The air was crisp and biting, with gusts of wind slicing through the streets. The towering electronic billboards still shine brightly, casting a surreal glow over the scene. Frost clings to the surfaces of cars and windows, and you can see plumes of warm breath from the few pedestrians bundled in heavy coats, scarves, and wool hats.
Steam rose from the subway grates, adding a mysterious haze to the scene, while taxis and buses slowly navigate the slick, salt-sprinkled streets. Surrounding us were the flashing lights and larger-than-life ads. Street vendors selling hot coffee and pretzels stand huddled near their carts, warming their hands by small heaters.
Steam rose from the subway grates, adding a mysterious haze to the scene, while taxis and buses slowly navigate the slick, salt-sprinkled streets. Surrounding us were the flashing lights and larger-than-life ads. Street vendors selling hot coffee and pretzels stand huddled near their carts, warming their hands by small heaters.
A shirtless man, perhaps a street performer or costumed character, poses with tourists, his skin goosebumped from the cold. Around him, a group of scantily clad women—wearing little more than themed costumes or glittery outfits—strike poses, smiling through their shivers for quick snapshots.
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