Part of a five - person team, I stepped
over open sewers in
village alleys, crossed roads jammed with conveyances and cows, and inhaled the smoke of fires at tent
camps where migrant laborers» graves were marked with bricks made in nearby kilns.
I checked out a mini-park in the West
Village, where a bunch of NYU students had taken
over a couple of parking spaces and were hanging out with
camping chairs and their dog.