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Being in a real city is a treat. It’s full of people and fun things like the underground where you can see wildly different people in a small space: The teenage girl who just arrived for a visit next to the run down indie guy taking his bike which was probably all hip and modern ten years ago on the underground next to the housewife next to the well dressed blasé guy reading a cutlery catalogue. And all that with a drunkard stumbling through it. So real, I couldn’t make it up. And would have loved to take photos but that would probably have broken many aspects of underground etiquette.
Bonus question. When booking a window seat, would you expect to get this as a view?