You can never win as a sight-seer. Somebody else, more often than not the first person you meet when you get back home, has been there before you.

The country is laid out in a haphazard, sloppy fashion, offensive to the tidy, organized mind.

You can never win as a sight-seer. Somebody else, more often than not the first person you meet when you get back home, has been there before you.

I have done almost every human activity inside a taxi which does not require main drainage.

New York waiters, probably the surliest in the Western world . . . are better images of their city than that journalistic favorite the taxi driver.