Pippo and I went for a nice walk this morning. The sun was shining once again, after four or five days of grumpy weather, so it seemed the perfect time to do a bit of wandering and get a bit of exercise. Pippo, ever the dirty hippie, had to stop and smell every flower, so I figured he might as well wear some of them. Since it’s hard to stick one behind his ear, I had to settle for his harness. Not that it’s the first time he’s had flowers in his collar. See?
While we were out admiring the flowers and the sun-dappled buildings, we saw the inevitable litter. Rarely does litter make me do a double-take, even the little baggies with the pot leaf on them don’t make me look twice any more. But today was different. I saw a Metrocard. A NYC Metrocard! It was like Pippo and I were back in Manhattan going on our long walks through the Village.