I was in Grand Central Terminal today and realized again how the great spaces just don't get old. I come into the station from the train now, not the subway, but otherwise it's a trip I've taken plenty of times. It never gets old. There is always that sense of awe, a reminder of beauty on a grand scale, some new detail to discover.
|Pardon all the people but, you know, it's a busy place.|
Some of you may know that the constellations on the ceiling are painted backwards. The idea is that you are seeing the stars as if you are above, looking down on Earth. Look for a small patch of dark blue on the ceiling, (hint: think basketball) which the restoration workers left to show the state of the original ceiling before the restoration work began in 1998. After testing samples from the ceiling it was found that the ceiling was discolored mostly from all the tobacco smoking that occurred in the space, not the exhaust from the trains.