Here are some random, non-touristy Manhattan moments of the last couple of days.
Heading home from the office late Friday night. I splurged on a cab.
I don't know what tourists think, but New Yorkers, I believe, are fairly united in their loathing of the television screens that are installed on the back of the driver's seat:
Fortunately, you can turn it off:
Not a great shot in the dark, but you get the idea.
Here's the meter. I tried for some street shots outside the cab widow, but neither I nor my camera were good enough or fast enough:
Manhattan is a reasonably "vertical" place. And any New Yorker is going to spend a small portion of his or her life in elevators. This one is from the gym on Saturday morning:
I had a meeting in the Ansonia -- a "residential hotel" back in its heyday. (That is a peculiar Manhattan institution, half "hotel", half apartment building. That form of living was popular among the well-to-do in Manhattan in the early to mid 20th Century. I think it has largely died out.)
Babe Ruth lived at the Ansonia for a while. My wife, who just finished the book "Eight Men Out", about the 1919 "Black Sox" scandal (in which the World Series of that year was fixed by gamblers), tells me that the Ansonia was a hotbed of activity for sports figures and gamblers of that era.
The Ansonia may still be a residential hotel at least in part. It may still have some of those features. It is probably mostly just a standard "co-op" these days, though I really don't know.
The Ansonia has a pretty grand lobby space. But I was rushing, so just took this shot on the fly:
I didn't get a great sot of Fairway. But it is a block long, high quality market, particularly good for produce, heavily frequented by Upper West Siders.
And here is one of its competitors:
Walking uptown on Broadway, I couldn't resist a dog in a car window. I mean, who can?
Across the street is the Beacon Theater -- a very active music venue and the only one of its kind on the Upper West Side.