Sunday Strolls
New York demands a particular intensity from its residents, hence why half of us are nuts. But every now and then the city practices its own little shavasana, turning the angry streets and battlefield sidewalks into a peaceful, idyllic, almost unrecognizable place to be. Such a day happened a few Sunday’s ago, and it was a little slice of bliss — the sun shining, the air crisp, the leaves turning, the parks bustling. To enjoy it I strolled down the Gold Coast of Fifth Avenue to Washington Square, eagerly soaking up the city’s relaxed chaos. I snapped a few shots along the way, and I figured you could come along and share the enjoyment. xo
