Christian de Portzamparc’s One57 Tower on West 57th Street New York. September 2015
Christian de Portzamparc’s One57 Tower on West 57th Street actually makes this cluster, viewed from near the Central Park Skating Rink, look even better. Best of all, Essex House, with its wonderful and wildly illegal sign by current standards, still reminds us of the view as it was for many years. There is some wonderful stuff here that has accumulated over the years, and still a whole lot more of these residential needles to go up, thanks to our previous Mayor, so keep watching.
Pete Myers, Myers of Keswick, Hudson Street, New York, Sept 2015
For any Brit living in New York, Myers of Keswick, on Hudson Street in the Village, is an essential destination for all that good stuff you grew up with. Pork Pies, Steak and Kidney Dittos, Cornish Pasties, Bangers, Chippolatas, Scotch Eggs, even British Bacon and Black Pudding. Pete Myers, who came to New York in 1971, prepares the best home-cooked quality British food daily, which rivals the best you can find anywhere in Britain. His store is exactly what everyone knew in every British High Street before the Gaps and Victoria’s Secrets, and drugstores drove them out. Give yourselves a treat, and don’t forget to pick up a couple of tubes of Smarties.
Downtown Number 1 Train, Broadway at 50th Street, New York. Sept 2015
Downtown Number 1 Subway Train, Broadway at 50th Street. One of a series of images of everyday life in the City.
Uptown M104 83rd Street and Broadway, New York. Sept 2015
Uptown M 104 Bus, 83rd Street and Broadway, New York. One of a series of images of everyday life in the City.
Mother and Child in Plaza Civica, San Miguel
Mexican Mums aren’t shy to trot their offspring out the minute they can get a pair of booties on them. This minuscule Mexican was on display this week just around the corner from us.
Store on Calzada de la Estacion, San Miguel de Allende.
Just a corner in San Miguel. One of thousands of the exuberant storefronts here.
Chalupines on sale in San Miguel
Chalupines is what the Mexicans call these tasty little creatures. They are in season now and here a couple of guys from the campesino have brought a bunch in to sell in our street. They’re crunchy with a toasty, yeasty flavor almost like potato chips. The chile-lime kind, which is what these little guys are seasoned with after a quick deep-fry. Or so I am told. I am looking forward to trying some, but would like an expert in attendance to show me the finer points of this particular kind of bug ingestion.
Rain in Centro, San Miguel de Allende
Mexico is always sunny with blue skies, unless it rains of course. And when it does it is usually a torrential downpour accompanied by thunder and lightning. Most fun are the Canales, the gargoyle-like tubes that are intended to project roof water into the street. Most of them however seem to be more accurately aimed at any passing pedestrians. Historically these were carved stone spouts, but nowadays are often just a piece of plastic pipe.
Street scene, San Miguel de Allende
Mexico is a country of extremes. Traditionally dressed folks from the Campo, and the young and cool. Things are changing very quickly here, much regretted by some who would like to see things remain old and quaint. But given the choice between a burro or a Honda, I know what I would pick. This is a dynamic society, continuing progress with respect for history and culture will hopefully be the way.
Man carrying landscaping stones, San Miguel de Allende
Unable to even lift one of these bags off the ground on my own, our friend here at the local vivero, hoisted these two without hesitation. One cannot help but be reminded of the statue at the entrance to San Miguel of Juan José de los Reyes Martínez, El Pipila, who in 1810 carried a paving stone on his back to shield himself from the Spanish guns as he approached the door of the Guanajuato granary and set it afire so that Allende’s troops could fight their way in. Unfortunately, the statue of El Pipila here features a paving slab of such exaggerated dimensions and thickness that I was confused when I first visited as to why a statue of a man with a queen-size mattress on his back should welcome visitors to the City.