New York frickin’ City

Just spent the weekend in New York City, or New York frickin’
City as the locals say.

When they say this, they are of course referring to the great industrialist and
financier Henry Clay Frick who left them this wonderful museum of art.

Yes, New York is so cultured and varied as you can see by the
influence that Frick’s art collection has had on the New York residents.  Why, just last night there was a light snow
fall on the City and I was very impressed to see how this had resulted in fresh
artwork being created at random by the residents, such as this snow art on a
car I passed this morning.

And what I really noticed in New York is that
everywhere there are ATMs.

You go to the chemist, there’s an ATM.  You check in to the hotel, there’s an
ATM.  You go to the toilet, there’s an
ATM.  You even walk into the bar, and
there’s an ATM.

Everywhere, there’s an ATM.

This is the country where cash and checks (or cheques if you
prefer) rule.  Forget Square and
epayments, we want ATMs and check books.

So here’s a little game of spot the ATM.

I didn’t catch all the ATMs I saw today, but here’s just a
little selection of the few I found.

Enjoy.

The gift shop.

The street.

Talking of parking ...

And then there was the t-shirt stall.

That kind of says it all, dontcha think? 

 So there you have it.  New York: a city of culture, sophistication and yes, an awful lot of cash machines.