I’m torn. I really need to work on my book, but it’s Christmas Eve out there. I want to go to the Met to see the tree and to remember singing there, the Frick for the Vermeers and this was someone’s life, and to just walk around and take in the sights and the people and take pictures.
That reminds me, I saw my first real shopping crowds yesterday. They were all at food places on Bleecker Street, and the biggest one was at a butchers, where the line was around the block. Other than that, for the most part, all the stores around me have been empty every day. If you went by my experience, no one is getting gifts this year. Or, just meat.
Looking down into a below-street-level store.