Here is my favourite park again but deep in the business of winter. It hosts a skating rink with accompanying tents and stalls.
This lovely little roundabout shot us back to Paris again and the illusion was complete when two Frenchmen walked past gushing patois.
I was tempted to rip off my shoes, don some skates and whirl uncontrollably on the ice, back bent and spinning wildly ever faster like Johnny Weir. Sheldon slapped me back to the real world.
So this is the gentleman who the park is named for. And who was he? Look, I'm sick to death of doing everything for you people. Haven't you minds of your own? If you want to know who this Bryant man is look him up. And because I can't be bothered either we will never know.
A mad chocolate shop on Bryant Park South
There is a special shop devoted to fashion magazines. I could not resist snapping the pile of V.F's waiting to be bought and ogled. Millions will see Sheldon's mug!
Here is a shot of the glorious Empire State from a bank doorway on Fifth Ave
No wonder the New Yorkers love it when the tourists are away
"Somewhere next to the rainbow shoppers buy...."
Another view of the grey lady. Sheldon can't look at this because he will get vertigo and keel over even sitting down.
The equally stunning Chrysler from Lexington
And finally here is a piece of deco specially for my photography professor. It is above a door on Madison Ave
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