There are not a lot of places to sit, to duck out of the velocity of the skyways and just chill. This skylight-washed alcove in the Fifth Avenue Tower building is one of the more pleasant. If I was dragging from a long meeting to my hotel to catch a cab to the airport, and I had a half hour to kill, I would rather sit here. In this alcove, I could read 19th century poetry or an essay by Montaigne, and appreciate the subtleties. In the fast food shops, I would have to read email.
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