I stopped by Washington Square Park with my mom this summer. We sat on a bench, and called my grandma, who used to take my mom to the park from their house over on Perry Street when my mom was a little kid. There was an older guy sitting on the bench next to us, with his bike, and he overheard us talking to my grandma. We got into a conversation about how the park, and the Village, had changed so much since the 1950s. He was really funny, and we spent a while sitting on the bench chatting with him before we headed off. I hardly ever talk to strangers in the city, so this encounter stuck in my mind- the really really hot sunlight, kids screaming in the fountain, his bike, the crazy luck of running into someone who had lived there for years and had something funny and memorable to say about all of it. I was playing with my SLR, because I had just taken this photo a few minutes before, and we talked a little about photography, as well.