Photo by myself, in the Village.A colorful, carved wooden Indian stood outside a smoke shop, in the Village. You can see the smoking contraptions in the storefront, beyond.
--When you work uptown like most New Yorkers, a walk around the Village is a breath of fresh air. As you can see, the afternoon sidewalk is empty of people. There are
trees. And you can actually cross the street without looking for cabs, busses and speeding cyclists.
It seems like nothing bad could ever happen, in the Village.
Related posts:
Night View, Near the Dakota,
The Ghostly Glow of Times Square, and
All A-Glow in Soho.
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