Perhaps on Sunday afternoons there are even more flamboyant performers, demonstrators, and statement makers than on other days, though I can’t really say. It’s different every time I’m there, and I’ve been there 5 times. It’s been there for 200 years.
An extra market, that extends down University Place, some days.
Free bits of sweet food.
These guys are sort of gymnasts, and they seem to perform constantly, at one Square or another. They collect a very big crowd, then volunteers, then they stall and stall while they collect more crowd … then they do this finale;
This is the regular Union Square food market. Fruit and veggies, breads, cheese… There’s a delicious onion flat bread for $4 that I’ve had twice, and would have every day if I could.
Next Saturday my photography class meets here at 10am … so I can take more pics…
In more local, Seventh Avenue, news;
A tile bombed planter, with last year’s Christmas tree, complete with paper maché birds.
The locksmiths directly opposite my place. It’s the second time I’ve visited. 2 keys (for my building and my front door) cost $4.70 to have cut. I’m getting better at keeping track of them now.
Part of the footpath along Seventh Ave, between Greenwich Ave and 12th Street, because the building above here is being renovated. Perhaps constructed. It’s a very regular scene.
Roasting Plant. A Very Fancy coffee shop, corner Greenwich Ave and Seventh Ave. You choose the beans you’d like from the plethora of them along the side wall, then listen to them being sucked up overhead, through clear or stainless steel pipes, into the middle of the shop, and into the baristas hands. Equipment, more than hands.
These ones are apparently roasting. They look like corn popping, in the front window. They may be just attracting attention.
I found this very swish one completely undrinkable. I threw it away. That’s a first.
A blood bank.
Some street poetry, or philosophy
And a selfie. With backwards clock. What does it mean?