Weather...unpredictable...sunshine...rain...no umbrella...15 blocks from my hotel and found a dry spot under an awning.
I look catty corner across the street and there it is.
Felice. It means happy in Italian.
While waiting under the awning, I time the lights to run across Columbus Avenue (busy street) and then quickly dash across 71st (not busy) for shelter from the rain and a glass of Prosecco. Apologizing for my slightly rain doused appearance, the young man behind the bar said, "No need for apologies. It is a happy accident that you are here."
Felice.
More happy accidents during the week in NYC. ❀ ❀ ❀ ❀ ❀
❀ Walking into St. Patrick's during a mass for the graduating seniors from the Catholic high schools in New York City. Cardinal Dolan and a large delegation of officiants presided. Felice.
❀ Strolling through Central Park and watching a mama and papa goose look for food with their little goslings. Felice.
❀ Opening an imposing door and peering down the aisle at the Church of the Blessed Sacrament. A take your breath away moment. Felice.
❀ Subway art! (R Train, Central Park South and 59th) Felice.
❀ And last, not really an accident, but when in Manhattan, you gotta have a Manhattan! Felice.
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