These little yellow trees looked awesome all lit up.
This is a bridge down near the meat packing district. I thought it looked like the Bridge of Sighs. Except it is lit up like a rainbow. And longer. And really looks nothing like the Bridge of Sighs.
The Standard Hotel at High Line is behind my friend Annette and I. We saw no action at all. NOTHING.
Perfect NY day.
Chelsea Market, where I consumed quite possibly the world's richest hot chocolate.
Cedric enjoyed his NY visit.
