Still, about 80 men and women, some from as far away as Honduras and California, placed mats on an island they shared with the armed forces recruiting station on 43rd Street between Seventh Avenue and Broadway during the morning rush and quietly demonstrated their yoga skills.
Guardrails surrounded the group of people as they listened to Douglass Stewart, a lead yoga instructor, belt out directions. Taxis honked their horns and fire trucks whizzed by, their sirens blaring. Yet the yoga practitioners remained unfazed.
I wonder if they practiced pranayama, too.
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