Photo by myself, of a fire house on 13th Street and 4th Avenue in the East Village.
No matter what I do, I still tiptoe past firehouses in New York. Perhaps sometime years from now, we'll go about our lives without thinking about what happened that fateful day.
Happy weekend, everyone!
Mark's Mom and I plan on touring around Soho Saturday. Hopefully the neighborhood won't be completely packed, and I can get some nice photos.
We were planning to do some shopping, but shopping in Soho is sort of a futile effort. It's more like walking around, looking at nice, expensive things. But the area is pretty and that counts for something.
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