When the morning rush hour gets slow.

As of the late the mornings have been cool.
The breeze rolling down 7th Avenue from Central Park carries the scent of coffee and roasted nuts and sometimes the sound of a Children's chorus of violins from Carnegie Hall.

I wish that tourists could see New York like this. The City that we live in and work in. One that is more subtle and nuanced than the I<3 NY amusement park ride.