The few remaining old buildings in the garment district are surrounded by glossy ice towers where clothes are only worn, not made. Very little life appears in those sleek cliffs. But as the evening blooms, so do the lights in this window. I don't know what is going on in there but it feels as familiar as the room that held Florence's world.
A Guy Walks Into 365 Bars…Again! Bar Number 90: The Bistro (In The
Courtyard by Marriott
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*People always ask me how far in advance I plan where I’m going to for
these bar posts and I always tell people the same answer: There is no plan!*
*I p...
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