A perfect Sunday afternoon can be interrupted with a traffic snarling street fair. I have never heard anyone say anything complimentary about these frequent events. This fair stretched through the Upper West Side.
A scourge on the good people of Manhattan, these rain or shine, make-shift bazaars can run for blocks and blocks and are typically filled with inexpensive sock vendors, tourist t-shirt specials, greasy food and dozens of booths selling a host of miscellaneous non-native items. However, power shakes are good.
Even though there is something remarkably unsanitary about the scene pictured above, how can you not love a florescent lime green "I ♥ NY" t-shirt wearing man with a huge watermelon-chopping cleaver in his hand?