I was up around Lincoln Center, crossed over to Amsterdam, & headed down, into Tenth & the 30s. It was another fall day of perfect clarity. You could walk all day in this weather. I cut back east on 38th, past the firehouse, and there was Esposito's Pork Shop - the building a kind of burnished purple shot with red. The sight of it does your heart good.
I lingered at the corner for a good while, backtracked along 38th towards Tenth, then back to Ninth, pausing at the doorways under the scaffolding. Sometimes it feels like the city's just one big construction site, but there are still treasures here, large or small. The sun catching the layers of color on the face on a five storey walkup, the rear view of another - its paint peeling in shards of grey - and a third, defiant amidst giants. Gleams of light on hardscrabble entrances, a four-nine-seven blacked over on a door-frame, the number echoed on the transom above.