> It's a bit of a cliché, but when I left her luxurious penthouse and saw the poor people on the street, I couldn't help but think we lived in totally separate

> It's a bit of a cliché, but when I left her luxurious penthouse and saw the poor people on the street, I couldn't help but think we lived in totally separate worlds! You still saw them though. In many places, the closest you'll come to poorer people is on a highway overpass. Obviously the rich and poor don't have identical existences anywhere, but in New York there's a lot more commonality between the existences (everyone taking the subway, for example).