Rough day at work, beautiful night, so I took a walk across the Manhattan Bridge to unwind a bit. I wish I'd brought my camera, I walked down Schermerhorn St (which I used to pronounce Schermermurmerhorm back when I used to change trains at Hoyt-Schermerhorn, mostly to disguise the fact that I have a heckuva time pronouncing "Schermerhorn") and there were such interesting windows along the way. There was a window where a lady was practicing her grand jetés. There was a window where there was a fabulous kitchen with a fabulous dinner party underway. It made me want to stop & join in...hmm, look, I could sometime. There was a window with a fabulous art place that looked like a grade-school art room. Only maybe for grown-ups. It made me want to stop & finger-paint. And then there was a window that was full of cakes. Good thing I'd already stopped in Chinatown for a bag of Chinese mini cakes, and was also trying to save room for fabulous grass-fed monster-carrot yukon-gold pot roast, heating up on the stove right now!
So nice that the weather's suddenly warm enough to make a little random ramblin' appealing. Tonight's was just shy of 4 miles.
Note on 3/10 - Who were the Shermerhorns? Check the comments! Thanks, O-docker!