Last [early] Spring, I made it out to Brighton Beach with a few Russian friends. Let's just say that, yet again, I was the only one who didn't speak the language (our meal at Nargis Cafe was incredible nonetheless). This place seemed familiar - but quite different - simultaneously. The American Dream seems to be much more pervasive in NYC than anything I've experienced.
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| First sight at the subway stop |
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| Brighton neighborhoods |
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| Shoes on a telephone line... |
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