Big snowflakes were still falling when Frank and I woke up.
We hiked up Broadway, past miniature Christmas trees for sale, each of them wafting the full-sized evergreen smell. A snow-muffled (and grumpy) stone lion greeted us on the Columbia campus.
Later, alone, I wandered down Fifth Avenue past Central Park, amazed by the fantasy opulence of the great storefronts. Earnestly, carefully, I snapped snow-photos of all the kinds of things that kids from NH go to New York to see.
But I bet all the people in this photo, who joined me in ogling the fairytale window at Lord and Taylor, were (at least some of them) big-city folks from Manhattan.