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Hell's Kitchen

The neighborhood in Manhattan for pre-dawn taxi and limousine car washes.

Hell's Kitchen near Times Square

When I think of New York City, this is what I see, a store open all night with flowers outside. The sidewalk has a million cracks, spotted with dried discarded gum creating a cushioned layer over concrete. Small streams flow to the street from the recent exchange of water in the flower buckets. A small television set gives the store another set of eyes always watching in monotone blue.  

Midtown

Something about this feels very New York to me too, in a more standard way:  You got your yellow taxis and your stretch limo, the rarely publicized empty street, the city sleeps, but you never see it then 'cause your sleeping, and then there's the cavernous yet somehow modest avenue.