It’s like a romantic tragedy, a tale of hopes and dreams and a reminder of the sad fact that despite the fact we are all supposed to be equals as human beings, divide and conquer is a trick that never ceases to fail...
While the suburbs began to draw people out of our cities in the 1950s, Detroit’s neighbourhoods and their demographics changed drastically and quickly after the 1967 riots.
Detroit was once upon a time the ‘go-to’ place to get a stable job, earn a good living and become middle class. It was the fourth largest city in the U.S.A.
The train was pretty long and with an added 7 hours due to delays, I spent a grand total of 23 hours on the Amtrak train from Boston to Toledo.
While mindfulness is something we all naturally possess, it's more readily available to us when we practice it on a daily basis.
The next morning with the storm over I headed into Boston to visit the Fine Art Gallery and to do some sightseeing.
As a blizzard warning has been issued for the next day I am advised by Keith and Olivia to do some exploring that afternoon as the next day should be spent inside...
On my last day in New York I visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art... They had some great artwork in there and also had a special exhibition of some of the Masters drawings.
I get the Subway into Manhattan and get off at Grand Central Station. I really love this building...
I have gone from the beach in Miami and 26-30oC to -7oC!! Bit of a shock to the system. I get the train into Penn Station and then grab the subway to my next stop, a hostel in Brooklyn.