Wednesday night



Dinner for one at Cafe Loup on 13th Street.

What I read:




The women at my table:

 

The woman above my table:
 

Me:


Dinner:
 

Stuff I made note of:

 


Walking home, and getting close:



My block:   


The book that someone left on my stoop:

Once inside my apartment, what I saw from two of my windows: