|Believe it or not. New York is fattening.|
|Each subway stop has its art (well, almost).|
This is part of the Prince St. series.
|Ann ahead, leading the way and looking back often|
to make sure I didn't drift away.
Which, on a couple of occasions, I did.
|If you like history, here is the story of this block and this place.|
"Fanelli's operated as a speakeasy during prohibition,
which began in 1920 and ended in 1933."
How surprising we'd end up here. Not!
|It was about as true as true can be.|
|That was our table, right against these gorgeous doors.|
|The front doors.|
|Drinks (oops, Ann, we missed that napkin!)|
|Then Ann added back the pepper shaker|
|and the salt shaker|
|and the sugar and water bottle|
|and the purse. The way it sort of would have looked at first.|
So thank you and thank you, to so many who allow me the freedom to be the most obvious fly on the wall along the journey. A lot of what I do I do alone; sharing with friends in the moment instead of later on the page is a different kind of wow-ness. I'm grateful and often surprised, having something pointed out I wouldn't have seen, patience and kindness and laughter and moments shared is another joy entirely.
Have a reMarkable Monday. Do something measureless.
p.s. Whatever your style of sending positive thoughts are, please do so for those in New York who have been injured through the madness of hatred. May all who walk in peace on ANY streets anywhere be allowed to do so in safety.