A slightly odd journey from Puck Fair to Sarah's new apartment on 48th Street last night. I took the R train from Prince Street to Union Square, then went express aboard the Q to 42nd street and then back to the R up to 49th. When you have the option of express or local trains, there's always a dilemma about which to take, particularly when the local train shows up first. On arriving at Union Square, should I stay aboard the R or cross the platform and wait for an express train to arrive? Last night, the gamble paid off.
Anyway, while waiting at Prince Street, there was a xylophonist busking away on the platform - not the easiest instrument to carry around, I'm sure. It was quite pleasing to the ear.
Then, on boarding the first R train, one of those romantic Italian singers with a guitar boarded, to woo the captive audience with his dulcet tones and to collect a little cash along the way. His singing was quite nice, but what surprised me was that he definitely used the word dorito in the middle of one of his songs. I've tried looking it up today, but can't find any reference.
And finally, aboard the Q train, there was what appeared to be a Japanese family speaking fluently to one another in Spanish.
A slightly surreal journey, I have to say.
