Trial and error

In New York, I turn a bit into Picaso. 

Night life on the move

Keep in the lane. I am finally in New York. One year after. I have really not planned for this, but once you are in the tunnel you have to keep straight ahead. There is no turning back, right now. So to speak, there will be on Sunday, when I return to take off to Paris. My visits in the present and visits to the past are probably meant to tell me life is complex and display numerous aspects. 

Not done with the yellow brick road

The bug that scared America was spared, on its way from Dupont Circle to Georgetown by bus, only because after being attracted by a lady's handbag he settled for a shiny bolt in the said bus. The whole incident only marginally interfered with my un-started as of yet journey to the Big Apple.