I have never been to New York.
But I imagine it has the same feeling as Rome, big and loud and kind of fast paced and stressful.
I grew up in the country, in the forest in Alaska, One time I visited Chicago, but that’s about as big city as I got. Rome was kind of a shock to the system, especially considering the system had just realised he had a cold.
On the train to Lucca Dad and I sat across from this nice young australian couple who were doing eight weeks in Europe, they had just come from Rome, and they suggested a hotel; The Viminale.
It was cheap, and nice, and right in the center of everything. Definitely suggested.
Portrait: Dad. ALMOST smiling.
Scene: The train station. I Spy: a hobo.