(May 16) Going places, going places I didn’t intend to go, and going more places still.

I didn’t hear the announcement that my R was going to go express to 36th. Fortunately there were mosaics I hadn’t seen before at the end of the proverbial and literal tunnel.

These appear to be subway scenes from the 1940’s. I didn’t see a placard.

Then after picking up my notebook, it was back into Manhattan to the West Village heading for the library. Unfortunately I rode the subway and not the Ducati.

Passed four dogs camped out.

Then someone woke them.

Took the F back through Carroll Gardens.

Then out to Port Jefferson the next day to witness the winding down of a 40 year business.

The next day on Union St., the strange sign had changed.