Petals on East 93rd Street

A rainy, cold and busy day in New York. Furniture was delivered to our apartment (dining set and a bedroom suite), and we opened box after box of kitchen things that had been delivered since we were last here.

In the afternoon I returned keys to the friend whose Paris apartment we had borrowed in April, and then on the way to the Metropolitan Museum (a.k.a. the Met--we never go to the opera house of the same moniker) I took this scene pretty much at random.

It's a typical street on the upper East Side of Manhattan, lined by so-called brownstones (though one is white)--3 to 4-story buildings most often used as residences. Many of the trees along these streets have flowers, and though they're past their prime here, the petals are still decorative.