Yesterday, late afternoon. A walk down Fifth Avenue between a museum visit on 84th Street and a design lecture on 64th Street. Twenty blocks of glorious little gardens. A tiny plot around a street tree. Strips no wider than 9 feet between the edge of building and the beginning of the sidewalk. Inventive layers of color and texture. Gardens designed to survive traffic fumes, pets, and live in a land of doormen, baby carriages, nannies, schoolchildren, dog-walkers, tourists, and business people perhaps too busy to notice.
You never know what you’ll see in New York.