"five o'clock drive time" vignettes, on foot

Gentle readers, I present you my commute home, in which I:
* walked across Central Park on a perfect evening
* ...stopping en route for a ginger ice cream cone from the Van Leeuwen truck
* threaded through a black-clad exodus of Orthodox oompah-band hipsters (with instruments) complaining about needing finding roommates or they'd lose their sweet apartment
* picked up my dry-cleaning, but didn't get to play with the adorable calico kittens
* picked up cat litter, and did get to give scritchies to the friendly black-and-white shop cat
* whooped in hilarity at the Pepto-Bismol-pink stretch SUV crossing First Avenue

I love it here.