Photo by myself on Sixth Avenue, in Midtown.
It rained, Wednesday evening. Finally.
The days have been fluctuating between hot-ish to insanely humid. People were out with their umbrellas, crowding the sidewalks.
I had to look up the reason for the name on Wikipedia. The street was given the additional name in 1945, to spruce up its shabbiness.
Sixth is now on par with the other Seventh and Eighth, but it will never be Fifth. Busy. Lined with tall buildings.
None of the other avenues have nicknames. And in fact, New Yorkers never call Sixth Avenue by the longer name. But it's there nonetheless. Hm.
Related posts: Sixth Avenue, in the Rain, On Rainy Nights and Busy Days, and The MetLife Tower, in the Rain.