My office is on Wall St. in New York, which is second only to Times Square as the most trafficked tourist attraction in Manhattan. What the fascination is I’ll never understand. Are people that into their stock holdings that they feel compelled to come to the place where it all happens? Or is that they were looking for “downtown” and, following their natural inclination to travel down on the map, went too far? Whatever it is, I’ve worked here for over four years now and have never seen it through the eyes of a tourist. So I thought with the nice weather I would give it a shot.
A slick move, pretending to read the sign but really stealing from the street musician. She’s no tourist!
This guy tried the same thing, but the street musician escaped.
The cage where the stock brokers are kept.
Triple tourist alert! Backpack on wheels; horizontal striped pants; child wandering off to be abducted.
With son kidnapped the mother has more time for the child she really loves.
Studies confirm: you’re cooler if you are sitting on steps.
Professional tourist photo stance.
In NY, even the dogs get tough on terrorism.
An ancient tombstone in the famous Manhattan graveyard. (She was no one famous.)
A dead flower in a cemetery. So ironic, so poetic, so curiously surrounded by asparagus.