Southeast Corner Entrance to Central Park – where the Strand bookstalls are. I browsed, of course, as I always do but I didn’t find anything I wanted badly enough to carry around for long. Every few months, the art installation here changes. Sometimes I love it. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I just don’t know. This is one of those months where I just don’t know.

Typical high 60s on the Upper East Side. It was leafy and green and remarkably quite considering the time of morning – when deliveries of all kinds are generally being made.

There’s something very amusing about parts of the skyline in NYC where sharp edged boxiness sits next to (and often on top of) swirls, dips and detailing. Oh the Plaza. It’s not what it once was. Not on the inside anyway.

Park Avenue – facing down from about 67th or so. I wanted to take the shot a few blocks up looking down from Lenox Hill (the hill, not the hospital) but traffic was being diverted (something diplomatic and UN related doubtless) and they didn’t want a person with a camera standing in the middle of a major thoroughfare. Gee.

Heading down the park side of 5th Avenue – always my preferred side since there are fewer streets to impede forward progress and more shade. And – well, sidewalk shopping. I love sidewalk shopping.

Again, that amusing modern/not so much clash – only this one happens to be additionally funny because the “faux castle” thing is so poorly executed. Oh Hunter College. Why?