Why I Love New York City

Walking back from Marshall Stack  I passed a group of three people sitting around a tree on the sidewalk.  They were deep in a conversation in Russian and drinking tea from formal, brightly decorated china teacups and saucers. 

All around them the usual chaos of the East Village on a Friday night carried on.


About Raoul

With a fairly unusual first name, this is where I have to stress VERY STRONGLY that these posts are my personal opinions and in no way reflect anything at all to do with my employer. For employer-approved content, take a look at my work blog.
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