Early yesterday morning, I went to Downtown Manhattan. It was an intersection on Fulton St. near South Street Seaport. It was before the rush hours and comparatively quiet. By the time tourists came to make noise in the street, I was done wth my painting. It was 89 degrees in temperature. New Yorkers began to complain about the heat. It wasn't that bad to me. Well, maybe because I came from Florida.
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