You don't have to spend money on fancy cocktails to hit the town in New York. This evening's date was a bus ride to Astoria, Queens and then a walk to Roosevelt Island, one of the eeriest places I've encountered in New York. We were surprised to see the uniform residence buildings, the streets sparsely dotted with people, the rats along the river walkway. Who lives here, inconveniently connected to the bustle on the other side of the half rivers on either side, luxurious in solitude and quiet?
At the end of the road on the island was a subway stop. We entered, still on the transfer fare from our bus ride, and descended and descended to the platform for the underwater jot to Manhattan. People and more people to get home, from our misty 2.75 excursion.
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