Sunday, May 29, 2016

Eau de New York

"As the days heat up, the sewage stench on the north side of Forty-second Street just west of Sixth Avenue—Eau de Bank of America—ripens, and the ruts of horse shit along Central Park South begin to sing. At certain subway stops, the odor of rotting flesh returns, as though from a winter in Arizona, and all over town you can enjoy the blossoming of that chief attribute of New York: the smell of urine."
Nick Paumgarten, The New Yorker


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