Central Park, New York
I asked my hotel reception the best way to catch a cab to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The man looked at me blankly and asked 'a taxi?'. I always thought they called em cabs round these parts but never mind! Anyway I was directed to the chappy outside the entrace who kindly put me in a 'cab' and directed it to where i wanted to go.
I stood in the longest queue on earth to get in to the Met but it was a beautiful 28 degree sunny day so couldn't complain! They...