the village gained a softness from the light. i had forgotten how the sun plays itself out differently here. it's brighter and more dramatic as if to say "Look! Look! I'm here." it bounces mirror-like off of the buildings and nearly knocks you out. obnoxious but comforting. kind of like everything in New York.

i like to watch the tourists. they are a curious breed to me. i find them odd and humorous...kind of like cartoons. they always smell like the coconut of suntan lotion as if, in new york city they are going to sit poolside with tropical drinks. the women usually wear hats, florals and shorts. the men usually wear shorts, sandals and bundles of cameras around their necks. they always look confused, mouths agape, overwhelmed like they just landed from another planet where bermuda shorts and hawaiian shirts are always acceptable. they make me smile.