Along 46th I walk past a mother in fuzzy pyjamas, sandals slapping idly on the sidewalk, reluctant toddler in tow. The pyjamas are covered in multi-colored day-glo hearts. A tiny man in black, no bigger than a child, so youthful his beard could be pasted on his chin, hurries past pushing a stroller. I cross paths with a woman, frail but upright, wearing a camel coat with a fur collar. I like to think it's fox. Her face is lined and the skin white & papery, but you can tell she was beautiful once, and she turns and smiles in my direction. Her eyes are the palest blue.
The sky threatens rain. I should stop at Fort Hamilton & turn down 45th, but am tempted by the elevated D & New Utrecht, so I walk a short block farther, past the All in Housewares & Kallah Selection to the Alben Triangle. We're back at the Loews's theater (Regal Furniture) & look, there's the American Association of Crimean Turks. The Sunny Triangle's a block or two over.
Loew's 46th Street Theater (After the Final Curtain)