One of the things I love about New York is that people do all sorts of things on the street. They play music on the street. They dance on the street. They take elephants for walks down the street. They also scream at each other on the street, but I don't enjoy that part so much.
We were having lunch the other day in our neighborhood, and I looked up from my table and saw this.
This adorable man was painting a picture of our restaurant. I'm not sure if he was French or not, but he had the whole frenchy theme going. Even the hand on the hip.
His painting was quite charming and really captured the location.
But, it didn't capture the irrational manager who earlier had refused my request to push two tables together to sit outside. I'm sure he thought that would have spoiled his picture.