Photo by myself on Canal Street, in Chinatown.
It was very, very cold on Friday. Despite icy winds, shoppers and vendors were out along Canal Street, which is lined with stalls selling jewelry, perfumes and clothing.
Sadly I was outside, too. I was fetching an antsy Rupert from where Mark was working, nearby. I can attest that within minutes, any exposed skin became dry and painful in the cold air. Owch.
The gentleman bearing the sign was very friendly and offered for me to take his photo.
Normally, the sidewalks in this area are packed with slow-moving out-of-towners. It's quite infuriating to most native New Yorkers, who are used to walking about at a fast clip. Many jump into the gutter to walk out of frustration.
I'm off for a day in Boston, which is even colder. Photos will continue to be posted here, as usual.
Related posts: A Careful Choice, in Chinatown, The Dragon Parade, on Mott Street and All Lit Up on Canal Street.