Looking South waiting for the rain to arrive.
Looking down - always a bit dizzy-making.
Planters on the roof with too much thyme and rather healthy mint.
And lots of lavender. (Such contrasts of urban and rural.)
Five minutes after I came down from the roof - it rained and rained.
In the evening I went uptown to teach, but did not wear a charming chapeau. It was rush hour and pelting with rain and the subways were stifling and smelly, then the bus I changed to crawled...
So, on the way home, I sprang for a taxi. A mixed blessing as the driver was YELLING on this phone and the little partition wouldn't close, so I couldn't chat.
That aside, Times Square was as gloriously garish as ever.
Happy Weekend.
