Carol Davydova

After a satisfying perusal of The Cloisters, I sat in the park for a smoke (always butts in the trash. Thanks NYC for plenty of bins!!) A crossroads for many cultures, ages and dog walkers. Chuck rode up on his bike. I sang him a Madrid ditty about the pleasures of wine. He enjoyed his blunt and contributed a pinch of NYCs finest mellow weed to this old disabled lady. Who says New Yorkers are not generous?!?