A man was sitting beside me on the train reading this book. Unusual. And one of the best things about New York City... you get to see what people are reading. At around 168th Street I got up the courage to ask him if he had ever visited the little known Clock Cemetery in Buenos Aires. This unique shop is located on a small street called Pasaje Rivarola in the heart of the city alongside two sister stores down the block, and its claim to fame is that it is housed floor to ceiling with clocks and watches in need of repair. When we went it was sadly closed.
Amazingly, he had heard of it, but had never visited. His watch, however, was from Argentina, a relic from World War I. And in a span of one train stop (he got off at 175th Street) he told me about his love for watches and clocks, how hard it is to find an old clock or watch that has all of its original parts intact and that he knew about that shop Ben and I visited in October.
Love the A train. Love this city.