Trash and Vaudeville on St. Mark's Place
Sounds - the greatest record store in the world.
I've been buying socks here forever.
That's where my old phone went!
LOVE this place. The beer comes 2 mugs at a time and you can get a bar of cheddar cheese and a sleeve of Saltines.
Only on St. Mark's do the mannequins look like this.
Gem Spa - home of the greatest Egg Creams ever
Dojo's - been eating here for ages
Enough said.
As I took this photo a nearby homeless man said "Hey! Take MY picture baby! I'm a handsome man!" He laughed and so did I.
For decades now, an artist has made the streets of the East Village his canvas, creating mosaics on street lamps out of pieces of broken dishes and ceramic. His stuff is always temporary as the city chips it off their property or spray paints silver over it. I've only ever seen him once creating a piece. He seems like a phantom. One day there's nothing, the next there's something beautiful. More stuff below...
A little hard to read - the tiles in white say:
All the colors make it more beautiful not just some of the colors.
In the center of Astor Place is "The Cube." It's been there since the mid Sixties. My Dad remembers when they put it there and a fictional story in a publication (which one was it Dad?) about how aliens flew it here and lived inside. Just a big black cube but I love it, as do many New Yorkers. It's a landmark, AND it spins! Just put your hands on one corner of it, walk and push. In fact, as I tried to take this photo of the plaque detailing the info about the piece I almost got clocked in the head. I didn't notice someone was turning it. I looked up and a guy with a bright yellow mustache and purple beard said "I'm sorry. I was just turning it." To which I responded "That's what it's here for." And he asked "Wanna spin it?" So we did.
That's it for now. More soon. :o)
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