Sunday, February 7
I met Leena at her apartment and we walked south along the East River. Lots of cyclists, joggers, stretchers....but not us. We just talked and looked and enjoyed the sun.
I met Leena at her apartment and we walked south along the East River. Lots of cyclists, joggers, stretchers....but not us. We just talked and looked and enjoyed the sun.
From South Street Seaport there is a lovely view of Lower Manhattan. We people watched and then headed into Chinatown in search of lunch.
Here's the Eldridge Street Synagogue - once in the midst of the Jewish Lower East Side and now smack in the density of Chinatown.
We ended up back on Grand Street at our usual Vietnamese restaurant for a shared bowl of pho and summer rolls.
And a highlight of the morning was a straggely urban crocus (you can tell by the cigarette butt next to it) - a harbinger of a spring
that can't come any too fast
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