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Photos I Took In New York City in the Spring

"You can't blame people for deciding not to live here, but you do have wonder about people who have never at least wanted to live here. Here you will have the worst and best days of your life, and your response to both will be the same: Only in New York."

- Nancy Franklin, in The New Yorker

Erin and I in, needless to point out, Times Square. My first night back. As Erin and Cindy drove me cross town, through midtown, I stuck my head out the sunroof and literally let my tongue flap out. Manhattan! YAY! Freakin' YAY!
Here we are again. YAY!
Compare the above to the same shot taken in 1999. I think I was thinner then, but look (and am) rather healthier now. Erin seems all of thinner, healthier, and prettier now.
Here's a truly stunning shot of Er and the Square.
Here's another one.
Here's the Square, bereft of Er.
The outside of the Brooklyn Museum, where we went to see the big Jean-Michel Basquiat retrospective (and rubbed shoulders with celebs).
The Brooklyn Bridge, and Er, and our absurdly-beloved and lovely cousin Christian.
Just the Brooklyn Bridge.
Lady Liberty.
Er and Chris, upon the Brooklyn Bridge (lower Manhattan in background).
The midtown Manhattan skyline (including Empire State Building and Chrysler Building).
A Chocolate Fwinkie. This probably requires some explanation. But sod it. Suffice it say I found this a very, very, very funny thing to call a confection. (I was even more amused when Erin's friend and boss Rina (the copy chief at Popular Science) referred to the Times Sunday Styles section, which we had both just admitted to reading religiously, as "the Chocolate Fwinkie of journalism".)
Erin in repose with a fuzzy friend.
St. Patrick's Cathedral
Abbe, and her baby Calla, in Battery City Park! God, what a glorious day.
Abbe with hair misbehaving. (Calla continues to behave quite well.)
Calla baby!
Me and Ab, in Central Park in the spring. (And what, really, could be finer than that?)
Midtown, beautiful day.
Midtown, same beautiful day.
Central lobby of the new MOMA!
An exhibit of bottles that reflected forever.
Them reflecting forever.
Impish Abbe.
Me and Abbe and Evan, reflecting a couple of times.
A Matisse I quite like, Goldfish and Palette (and I'm really hot and cold with Matisse).
The original of the Chagall, a print of which has been hanging in my Grandmother's bathroom for longer than I've been alive and that, perforce, I've been looking at on and off for my entire life.
Abbe and Evan in blue. (The new MOMA building does a nice job of letting in midtown, reminding you where you are.)
The outside courtyard. Plus Abbe in silhouette.
Abbe and Evan. Sweet! Plus, we agreed, Evan looks so Jewish with that beard!
The canyons of the city - specifically, um, 5th?, or 8th?, stretching all the way up the island further than sight.

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