Little Alex in The Big Apple
It was the month of August.
Above the streets, just as in its underground, everything was as I imagined, heat, sirens, bustle and hustle, views and lights, inspirations and dreams, all and much more in the city some call “The Concrete Jungle”.
After a quick walk around the block, maybe two or three, along the west side of the Central park, a restaurant was chosen randomly. A few minutes later, with drinks and food ordered, one recognized someone’s voice near by.
Quick glance made us realize that familiar voice belongs to the familiar person who’s occupying one of the seats at the neighboring table.
That someone, although a bit older version of the same character, was no one else but “little Alex“.
I hear you ask – in what restaurant?
– No, restaurant wasn’t Korova Milkbar and he was not accompanied by his three droogs, Pete, Georgie and Dim.
The End! 🙂
That was a close encounter of the “cult novel” and the “cult film” kind, a little treat mostly only very Big Apple can offer.
A view on NYC from the Empire State building…
Washington Square Arch, NYC…