Quite enough pictures of the beach when we live in the city where we occasionally venture out. Here a Bellini cart...not the artist, the drink. Who knew how many kinds there could be? The decor is quasi industrial - exposed pipes and all that. We had brunch at the Quality Italian - odd name, odd menu, odd service... if the waiter said, "You got it!" one more time I'm not quite sure what I would have done. Anyhow...
went over to our friend's apartment and looked down at the traffic in serried ranks
and more spread out.
Home via the Flatiron Building which must have been quite extraordinarily impressive when first seen. A thunderstorm threatens.
In the evening (big social weekend!) we go up to another friend's roof - the other side of the street from where we live - and see the Empire State Building from a different angle. It seems more distant and magical than in our familiar view.
The moon rose behind the grasses on the roof and #300 manages to look castle-like.
In the morning
the clear light of a post-thunderstorm morning reveals metal on metal
squares and right angles
and weeds managing to thrive in spite of it all.