Point one: I just discovered that Grand Central Station is not in New York. Or should I say, this iconic place I have always called Grand Central Station is in fact officially called Grand Central Terminal, and I’ve been getting it wrong all these years.
Point two: Grand Central (let’s just leave it with its abbreviated name!) is huge. And nearly as well-known as Coca-Cola. We passed through it during our honeymoon after we took a train into the Big Apple from our friends’ place in Connecticut. We stared for a long time at the throngs of people, including this one guy who seemed to be a bit lost. Or perhaps just as mesmerised as we were.
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