Gramercy

A warm, bright morning in Gramercy Park, where I actually found a parking spot. Not a hydrant with my four-way flashers going, mind you, or even more luckily a meter, but a real live bona-fide NYC parking space, right across from the Park. So I walked a bit, enjoying the sun through the trees:



and peering into the famous locked park like the envious riff-raff I am to ogle the imprisoned tulips:



and taking an illicit photo of the greener grass in there, trodden upon only by the very lucky few key-holders:



The famous National Arts Club (what goes on in there, one wonders):



Mansard roofs:



And ivy-covered retreats:



Just a few blocks away, I heeded the warning:



and overheard these fine gents discussing their job histories-- "I used to do break-ins, tvs and stuff, I don't any more":



After I ran my errands, I headed home to our street like a Brooklyn bower:




And p.s. if anyone stops by with a ghost story, leave it as a comment on the May 4th post. I'd love to hear it!