I find subways fascinating. Absolutely fascinating. Especially empty ones…creepy, mysterious, and wicked cool, all at the same time.
We don’t have them in Wisconsin (shocked?) and growing up, I rarely went down to Chicago or traveled to any other city with subways until I was 21, so they were a completely foreign concept and experience for me. The first time I ventured underground was in Rome when I spent a summer in Italy studying abroad during college. Ever since then, I’ve been intrigued by them—particularly New York City’s—and that feeling still hasn’t worn off. I spent last weekend meandering around the city with friends, exploring new areas and restaurants, and snapped this along the way: