12 October 2010

Exploring 2nd Ave: The Loudest Squeaking Door In New York

Don't get a seat by this door.
Not unless you're used to a soar...
riigght outta your clo-th-es.
Doh-da-do, doh-da-do, here it is...
the loudest squeaking door in New York.


David Bailey imitation


Love folding sunglasses


The absent minded waiter


For Trad Dad - Places to sit down

Champagne and french fries after the vintage clothing show somewhere on 2nd Avenue. Lucky to snag an outdoor table on a perfect Saturday afternoon. Nothing bothered us until a squeaking apartment building door realigned my teeth. But there's hidden gold across the street.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Was the poem about the door supposed to be read to the tune of "The Only Living Boy in New York?"
If not, oh well. If so, I adore that song.

E

tintin said...

It's one of my favorites too hence the theft.

Anonymous said...

That's nice to hear, it is such an underrated song, so few seem to appreciate it.

E

Genevieve said...

Mr. Simon and Mr. Garfunkle wrote the soundtrack to my childhood. Love that song and I love this blog so much.