I don't love tiny closets.
I don't love air conditioner drips.
I don't love dirty grocery stores.
I do love me some New Yorkers.
They're what I love about New York.
(Well maybe it's a tie between New Yorkers
and the Blue Ribbon Omakasi.)
This piece by the Times reminded me
how much I love them.
This lady is 90.
And she's at her deli
making cheese at 3 AM
in her nightgown.
Here's the link.
The photography is perfect.
Like the opening scene from "Manhattan" perfect.