A Saturday in New York
There were a number of art exhibits I wanted to see, but instead I opted to walk the city streets, breathing it in, feeling its pulse in my footsteps, taking in its living art.
Some of my encounters were oddly timeless. Did I step into the early 1940s when I rounded this corner?
Have sailors been stumbling out of bars like the Stumble Inn every night in New York for a hundred years?
Grand architecture rising behind facades.
And lovely homes impose their calm grandeur on the passerby.
But who wouldn't want to try out colorful apartment living?
It is a town that welcomes all ages
and all social classes.
A city of artistry
