Photo by myself around 14th Street and Fifth Avenue, today.
The ice cream truck with its familiar tinkling jingle is a symbol of suburban summer. You'd be surprised how many of these trucks litter the streets of New York, when the weather is nice.
Today Mark and I ventured into the East Village. While walking around, we noticed a couple of movie theaters participating in the Tribeca Film Festival.
Very, very informal queues were arranged on the streets, between metal police barricades. A cool drizzle of rain made the scene especially unglamorous.
Still, I told Mark that we should try going to the Film Festival next year. In our years living here, neither of us has managed to go.
I think part of the trouble is that since many of the films shown are equally unknown, it's tough to figure out which of the 250+ films to watch. A quick look at the movie roster is overwhelming. I feel like I'd have to sit down for a few hours before making my educated choices.
Anyway, we have a whole year to figure out which movies to see. Hopefully, it won't be raining.
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