Coney Island Boardwalk
Today, I hopped on the F Train and took it to The End of the Line. It’s another world out there. They’re repairing things after the storm, but it sure felt a bit corporate. Coney Island spirit is a delicate thing — you can’t rebuild it as The Gap and expect the charm to stay.
She worked at the Freak Show.
Random Fellini characters, like a Woody Allen film.
A “Sing for Hope” bright pink piano on the boardwalk.