New York's history, as seen through the Grand Central Terminal
Briefly

"Just off the cavernous concourse familiar from so many movies stands an unremarkable bank of lifts. Ascend to the fourth floor, navigate a nondescript corridor and call for new balls, please, on the full-sized indoor court, whose arched windows look onto Manhattan's 42nd Street. That's after you've forked out the US$365 an hour (peak period) fee charged by the Vanderbilt Tennis Club."
"In the 1970s and 80s, many of its regulars weren't there for either transport or nutrition - prostitutes and vagrants stalked the formerly hallowed halls of a Beaux-Arts landmark whose grubby decline reflected that of New York itself."
"And yet, this fixture on the National Register of Historic Places isn't a station at all, and is properly called Grand Central Terminal, because train services terminate (and begin) here, rather than roll through."
Read at South China Morning Post
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