At which point I thought I’d take a quick detour to the first place I ever lived with my mother in New York. Here it is, 430 East 63rd. The canopy was originally navy blue.
So - back to York Avenue, which by then has a nice, green bike lane in good shape – no one’s bent on getting to a bridge – turned west on 91st and began wending my way home towards the Park. The day was still beautiful, but by this time, I was in no mood for Fiend’s Hill a second time, and found a cut through which brought me back down along the familiar West Side. As I approached Riverside Drive, the street was blocked off for a cool Greek Celebration, complete with music, lots of food – and dancing!