I have to admit; this is about as bad as it gets for a venue to see the fabled America’s Cup… just protected by a crappy rented tent on an asphalt parking lot, cars being promoted by the sponsor in the background, with junk piled up in another corner behind it.
When I was a kid, I remember reading about 30-minute lines to see this revered prize — if you were able to see it at all, as it was usually kept under lock and key at the New York Yacht Club, with zero access by the public for many decades. But now? No lines. No respect. No love.
I hate this picture.