There’s an apartment building on the corner here which styles itself “the White House,” I’m not sure why. Every year I promise myself I’m not going to post pretty pictures of flowers – not my thing – and every year, as we emerge from the slough of Winter I demur, especially following this plague year. These were in the planter in front of the White House.
Since Industry City was a little bit of a bust, we wandered over to Green-Wood Cemetery and wandered around a little bit. Chartered in 1838 it’s a really beautiful place to visit in New York.