No joke, this may have been the hottest tourist spot in NYC on Saturday. The bronzed bull in the financial district. And as a fairly immature tourist myself, I of course made a point of making my way down to the bull to pay homage. Sure there's about 1 million other more significant things to see in the city, and if you're only in town for one day, maybe you'd pick the Flat Iron building, or the Empire State Building, or one of those open air bus tours, but not me. I knew right where I wanted to go.
And much to my surprise and disappointment so did everyone else. Like here I am, leading our group down Broadway trying to find this mythical beast, when I just see a throng of people all over it. This thing is like foreign tourist central. Asians taking pictures with the head, Latino's/Spaniards pretending to be running from it like its stampeding, Indian's worshiping its virility (and taking photos cupping its balls which up until Saturday I would have assumed would be disrespectful to their many deities), and of course the lone white man and his buddy taking pictures pretending to have his head stuck up its ass...no, surprisingly that wasn't me. I went for the much more traditional snap shot of the bull's nuts and turd cutter...the taint if you will. I think I did a pretty good job capturing it's true essence.
