I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it ~ overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands. F. Scott Fitzgerald in The Great Gatsby (shared earlier today by the best Friday afternoon spot, Ample Hills)
A Rambutan from a Green Cart vendor near Montefiore. It was absolutely delicious. I’ve never eaten anything quite like it!
IT'S A DRIVING BANANA!!!!!!!!