The last two nights of the trip were spent in a hotel south of Times Square and all that hoohah. We were put in an amazing room on the top floor of the hotel, in stark contrast to the studio apartment with the murphy bed we’d been in. Even so, I enjoyed the time in the apartment better. I dug being in a neighborhood instead of smack dab in the middle of tourist-town. And the climb up the stairs was much funnier than the trip up the elevator with the air conditioning and music playing. You’ll note, again, that this picture could be a bit better focused. While I did not spend my entire trip drunk, I did have a tendency to pull the camera out after I’d been drinking. Which I did every night. I was on vacation, get off my back.
Here are day and night shots of the same view.