Where I spent the coziest moments of the weekend.
And the cleanest.
Something to keep us dry, a novelty.
Walking through Soho and the villages.
118 Sullivan Street. I didn't stay here and don't know anyone who lives here. I just like the buzzer.
Once Upon a Tart...these little shops scattered everywhere remind me of Paris.
A tempting neighborhood menu in a tiny neighborhood cafe.
In front of hair salon. Can it be that good if they have to strap you down to fix your hair?
The tin ceiling in a crab shack where we shared oysters and soup.
The much ballyhooed Momofuku pork bun.
Explanation is unnecessary.
Newly archaic technology.
Bring out your dead.
Flower shop kitty wants someone to wash his window.
In a grocery store in Park Slope.
setting. Technically, not micro at all. Technically, not Manhattan.
Still life with turn table.
Good bye, Brooklyn.
Good bye, New York. For now.