Dusk comes rather late this time of year. This is about eight thirty
but the sky seems to be practicing for what is to come.
Luckily we have some patriotic cookies on hand (supplied by Kristina) and they weren't made in Chinabut right down the road from here.
Then we went up on to the roof and looked down at all the taxisand all the throngs of people waiting to cross 8th Avenue.
Dear me! my camera is quite incapable of taking photos of fireworks --however splendid they were.
Little puffs of smoke drifted though the air towardsthe Empire State Building. Altogether a wonderful evening.