For some reason, when I got home yesterday and looked at my photos I discovered a sort of melancholy yellowish-gray tinge to them.
Here a building on 18th Street and 7th Avenue that was probably built in the 30's of the last century.
A nice bulky truck - the very apotheosis of truckness.
It is always nice to have lunch here.
The Union Square Cafe gets it exactly right.
It's very understated.
When I next go there, I will wear this dress from Anthropologie in these very weird colors.
For some reason Tudor-revival small paned windows make me feel slightly sad. They are redolent of teashops in the 1950's.
A musty odor of violets.
