The Chelsea Hotel: Topsy Turvy in New York City
Posted on January 23, 2007
Sometimes I just like to go sit on a stump. Sometimes in a wild place, watching lines of ants queued up, like Pharaohs’ slaves, delivering boulder-sized breadcrumbs to some fat-bustled queen. Often it is in some city square, like old Jerusalem, where I once sat a spell observing the haggling of a marketplace only to be driven away by a whiff of tear gas. A few weeks ago it was the lobby of the Chelsea Hotel in New York City, where I parked myself in a free WiFi zone and Googled with delight at the dogs and eccentrics who paraded through the lobby, the painter who was painting them, and the cries of “Hey Stanley!” Story and Flash Video on THE CONNECTED TRAVELER
