I was down on Third around five or so & after a gray sort of day the sun was beautiful. A couple of guys were sitting on milk crates outside the live market. They were eating oranges. A woman was walking a Highland Terrier, and a man passing by was asking her advice on dog toys. A truck held up at a light was blasting Albert King nice and loud. After the truck took off Born under a Bad Sign stuck around or a few blocks more. An older man was sluicing down a sidewalk
I came up from Third Avenue to Fourth, just as a bunch of schoolgirls was leaving Al Noor. There was a woman leaving the building too. She was carrying a tote bag on which was written NO PHOTOGRAPHS PLEASE. I wondered if this was a slogan or an actual request. I guessed it was the latter, and that sounded awful.
On a 20th Street lamppost, there was a weather-beaten sign for a movie shoot. It was an indie film. The title seemed a little grandiose.
Up to Fifth and home.