Last weekend I took so many walks. Let us talk about them.
First of all, this is where I work on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. It looks different from the 9th Avenue side.
Anyway, after work last Friday I decided to walk down to Tribeca along Hudson Street. Along my way I encountered a well graffiti'd up truck. Those that have been reading Steady Mobbin' for more than a year will remember the days when I took lots of (or, say, three) pictures of painted trucks.
Tribeca is a neighborhood that I just absolutely do not know at all. Whenever I go down there I feel like I need a passport. Anyway, on this walk I bought one of my most favorite t-shirts ever, visited some stores that put anything in SoHo to shame, and discovered a new favorite block in New York City.
This little alley/street is my new favorite block in New York. I'm not even going to bother captioning these pictures. What am I supposed to say? "Look, a wall"?
Sometimes in New York a massive building will appear before you as unexpectedly as an elephant's leg before a mouse.
Tribeca would be a good place to be Spiderman.
So many buildings have been things before.
Later that night I walked from my house to SoHo. I should know the name of this West Village church like I know the back of my hand, but I don't.
Looking up, even small buildings can seem pretty tall.
Saturday afternoon I walked through the Upper West Side to get to the park. When I saw this restaurant I thought "Wow, what an unwelcoming establishment" and then I realized that I had eaten there.
Oh, you Upper West Side townhouses, leaving your big fancy windows open to let in the New York City breeze.
I walked across the park and did some good writing on a real good rock. Then I came to Cedar Hill, which was making an excellent argument for "Central Park as Escapist Oasis" that day.
And I was drawn to a bridge.
Closer . . .
. . . and Closer
The hill looked good the other way, too.
I exited the park right by the Met and bought some old records from one of the friendlier crazy record vendors I've encountered in the city. I've got a decent stack of records I'll probably never listen to sitting by my record player now.
Some 5th Avenue mansion stacks feature curious public art.
Some 5th Avenue addresses feature entryways that don't appear to be connected to any building at all . . .
It was a perfect afternoon for seeing certain sights again like you hadn't seen them before.
In both directions.
Drawn to ivy.
Drawn to entryways . . .
This is at the design museum, or something.
Even with Grand Central creating a horizon, Park Avenue still seems to go downtown forever.
And in the other direction, more statues.
In the 90's on the East Side you'll find a little bit of San Francisco, or something.
Not Pictured But So Important: On my way to the subway I helped an old lady cross the street. Best.