Photo by myself of one of the bronze statues near Herald Square.
Owls supposedly scare away pigeons, so you see a lot of them around the city in the attempt to curb pigeon droppings. In the olden days, stone masons carved them into building facades.
There are several bronze owl statues in a little park near Macy's. They're hard to see if you're in a rush.
There was a cute little blurb in The New Yorker magazine last week about some cross-pollination between Italy and New York.
A small group of Italians who call themselves L’Arte del Vivere con Lentezza, or The Art of Living Slowly, visited New York recently. They attempted to persuade New Yorkers to slow down and not compete so much.
I'm not sure how far they got, but their intentions were wonderful. Why kill yourself for first place, when you can settle for third place, or even last?
I have to say there's something to the Italian lifestyle that is eternally appealing. The idea of walking around the city after a late dinner, chatting with a loved one is brilliant.
Who needs the rat race?