New York City, May 11, 2016

★★★★★ Dappled sun lay on the forecourt and dappled shadow on the sidewalk. Out in full sun, the warmth gathered strength. Still the season was pacing itself, not burning ahead to summer. The chess hustlers on Union Square had game after game going, and behind them sat a table of outdoor card players in stiff poses of relaxation, intensely noncommittal. “It’s great out. Get outside,” a man on Sixth Avenue said, wrapping up a phone call. Two children in pink helmets scootered westward on a cross street, holding in side-by-side formation. The choppy shadows of the serifs on the lettering over the door of the Cluett Building made it almost impossible to make out the text proper.