Glorious weather yesterday for bike riding along the Hudson.
Here buildings in the financial district against a blue-blue sky.
Dramatic, stunning and moderne.
So, on Saturday early evening, we were sitting minding our own business when there came loud wailings of sirens.
There are always loud wailings.
As good New Yorkers, we don't take any notice and continue watching TV.
Then, for whatever reason, R looked out of the window onto 24th Street.
Lo and behold, 17 firetrucks and smoke coming out of PennSouth. Great excitement and many rubberneckers.
No one hurt.
Therefore we can enjoy the show.
A ladder to the offending apartment. Windows smashed. Tinkle of falling glass. Billowings of smoke.
Nasty smell.
A man carrying his cat on the street. The cat was calm and did not scratch him or run away.
Everyone in a pretty good mood, all in all.
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