Here is my mom on the steps of the church at 53rd and Fifth Avenue a couple of years ago. I love walking on Fifth Avenue, day or night; it feel like you own the world walking up past St. Patricks to the park. And the best season for this particular type of wallowing in pure New York is right around the corner. I remember as a kid hearing someone say at some point every year, "Oh, they've put up the snowflake at 57th street already," and just like that it was winter and the holidays were circling ever nearer.
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