Snaps from a long weekend in New York.
It turns out that my hotel is in the flower district of Chelsea. A nicer streetscape look, when compared to most of the residential streets, which were covered in dead Christmas trees.
Hopes dashed! The Park is only a restaurant.
This Second Avenue subway is apparently really a thing now.
The reflections from the shop window and the strange color cast—I claim artistic license. Who knew that Stetson makes a red hat?