Various and assorted black and white pictures of my New York trip. First up: The Chrysler Building. (::sings Annie:: "Till it shiiiiines, like the top of the Chrys-ler Build-ing!")

The Plaza. Which, all in all, can be summed up in one word: Gaudy. The first thing I noticed when I walked in was that there were clashing patterns EVERYWHERE. I never imagined you could have so many fighting colors in one lobby. Pastel flower arrangement, Oriental rug, striped wallpaper. The outside is much more attractive.

I love this next one. I cannot remember which building it is, but I practically laid down on the sidewalk to get the flag in it.

The next one is the market on 57th that I simply fell in love with. I went there with Cassie nearly everynight to get pretzels, cream cheese, and six-packs of coke. (They didn't sell it in twelve.)

This was also a favorite picture. This man was standing on this bridge in Central Park looking at a Polaroid picture he had in his hands. He looked very sad. He looked young...

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