🚇Metro Confessions: The Art of the Public Breakup
Because nothing says “we’re over” like yelling next to someone eating tuna salad at 0615. If New York is the city that never sleeps, and Paris is the city of love, then DC is the city of loud, public, deeply personal arguments happening in confined public spaces at the most inconvenient hours. And nowhere is this more perfectly illustrated than in the DC Metro […]