Walking to Meet Howard

I’m copying Cara (poor Cara) who recently posted pictures of walking her dogs. I took these pictures of my walk to meet Howard at Union Square.

This is looking east on Perry (with the faithful Marc Jacobs customers lined up in the distance).

Now I’m on Bleecker, and that’s the Magnolia Bakery made famous by Sex and the City. There’s always a line there, too. I’m about to turn right on 11th.

A prettily decorated building on 11th.

This is St. Vincent’s Hospital, which I still can’t pass without thinking of the mobs of people outside on 9/11. Some of them were doctors waiting for lives to save, and most of them were friends and relatives of the missing. All would wait in vain.

Now I’m heading east on 14th Street. I used to hate 14th because of all the cheap goods stores, but I got over that.

This is looking north up 5th Avenue.

Now I’m at Union Square. That guy was running straight at me and I thought he was going to knock me down.

This is looking north up Broadway. Very Abbey Road-ish, no? There’s a Petco on this corner, and that’s where I buy 10 pound bags of birdseed which I lug home, muttering the whole way, like a crazy person. A sample: “Why am I always lugging heavy things?? Why? Why is that? How did my life come down to this, lugging heavy things all the time all over the place?? Tell me. Please.

Now I’m heading back home. This is a church on 12th Street. I should know the name, I’ve passed it a million, billion times. I even recently wrote about it. But I don’t. I’m going to guess St. John’s.

Looking south on 6th Avenue. How magical!

Coming up on the corner of Christopher and Waverly. I often take this block because I hit two petshops along the way. I know they’re evil and wrong and I would never buy a pet there, but I can’t resist looking at the puppies in the window. Wait, is this the stretch with the petshops? I’m losing my mind. Please join me on my walk through Detroit.

All my other shots on the way home didn’t come out except this one. These pigeons are obviously waiting for the lunatic who is willing to lug 10 pound bags of seed all over town to come home.