It’s morning in America

Times Square
Wow. What a night. There’s plenty of bleary eyes in Manhattan this morning, and they didn’t even have to stay up all night (events being more or less done and dusted by midnight). I had a strange feeling of being an outsider looking in, though – the “hail to the chief” stuff goes deep into the souls of people here in a way that pale, cynical Brits like me will struggle to understand.

But the taxis kept honking, people shouted and hollered long into the night – the sense of optimism and excitement is inescapable and contagious. He’s got a lot to live up to…
The morning after

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