Every couple of days R reminds me how hopeless I am for not snapping up the bargain hotel in New York last year when it was a third cheaper than it now is. I won't take personal responsibility. He too could have been wise with foresight and booked it. Actually, our travel agent was remiss in not saying that this is a cheap price and needs to be booked straight away.
Instead we will be staying above the Weng Palace Chinese Restaurant with a sex shop next door, and a Greek liquor shop on the other side. My very bloody goodness. I am relieved to see that there are fire escape ladders, and burly policemen and a guard seem to be hanging around, although perhaps that is a bad sign. R found nicer photos of the buildings with the businesses open.
But hey man/dude/bro, we are staying in Times Square and at a good price. The small apartment looks fine inside and meets our requirements and we are close to Broadway.
Now, it is time to begin studying transport in New York. I shall pour over a map of the Subway system but I don't think I will become as familiar with the Subway as I am with London's Tube, which is not as a local would know it, but better than your average foreigner.