Saturday. Crossing 14th Street, headed north. Broadway to the left, Park Avenue to the right. The honk of yellow cabs bleeping all round; photographing construction workers balancing atop complicated looking scaffolding.
Directly ahead, along the western side of the Park, buzzes the nucleus of Union Square – the local Greenmarket. Walking through the hubbub: a hodgepodge of colours, sights, and smells swirls in, under, and around the white tent-topped stalls. Inhaling the scent of fresh rosemary and basil; marveling at the bright reds, yellows, and greens of odd shaped heirloom tomatoes; brightening at the sight of glorious sunflowers; navigating a greens-filled grocery bag clutching crowd, and wondering how anyone could crave a hot roasted corn on the cob in this 85% humidity, 85 degree summer weather.
Finally, exiting the other side, where things get back to normal. Watching mini golf being played on the sidewalk; dodging those noisy yellow cabs; spotting giant red balloons. That’s pretty normal for NYC, right?