Leaving BP for FiDi

So I'm at the bottom-most tip of Manhattan and I feel like I'm going to fall off so I pack up my little pink Sony and walk up to the Financial District to fuel up on some lunch.

I'm one of the bravest people I know. So brave, I'll even go into a deserted Chinese restaurant with those huge hideous pictures on the wall, by myself, and eat my usual Sweet & Sour Chicken off of what is probably the dirtiest, germ-infested brown plastic tray there is. Yum yum.

Here's a lovely shot from the place I went to down on Duane Street : )

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