Over the East River

I got to walk along the East River in Manhattan on Sunday morning, one of the most gorgeous days I’ve ever spent in New York. So I acted like an obnoxious tourist and gawked at this landmark a little too earnestly. It’s probably my favorite thing in the city, that and the angry, cynical cab drivers who take pride in escaping death at every turn. The attitude with which they operate a vehicle is my spirit animal.