As I write this, it's Sunday night and time for bed. I returned from my trip to the Big City just a couple of hours ago and I walked for miles and my feet are hurtin' (name that song). Just wanted to share a couple of photos with you before I turn in for the night.
I had to take a pic of these pigeons. And no, I was absolutely NOT on the ground. They were at eye-level. We'd just gotten off the subway in the center of Chinatown, crossed the street and I looked to the left and there they were. It must be a small park that was somehow elevated and in the center of the street.
This was in Greenwich Village, near where we stayed. These tiles were lined all over this fence. I'm sure it has something to do with 911. They're really sweet.
We just liked this guitar.
I have no idea what surprises these bins hold, and I don't read Chinese. But even if I did, I'm sure that some of them have feet. And I don't think I could eat feet. The restaurant where we had brunch on Sunday morning in Chinatown, however, was fantastic. It may have had some of these ingredients in it.
We also visited my son, who was working late at the architecture firm. More on that to come.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .