Sometimes its easy to forget that I am living in the middle of a big city. But when you look around, you see apartments on top of store fronts, just like New York. Or barbershops every 2 feet like my neighborhood in Brooklyn. There's awful traffic, pollution, noise; everything a city dweller loves. But then night falls and I'm just about to fall into a slumber. I start to hear clipclopclipclopclipclopclipclop. What the fuck!? Every night around 2am an parade of men on horse drawn carriages marches past my house. It always blows my mind to think that I am in one of the biggest urban areas in this country, when at the end of the day (literally), this place is as rural as it gets. I mean, where else can I see a horse drawn carriage going past armed guards at the heavily armored dutch embassy across the street from my house? Greatness
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