7: Tribeca

Whoop whoop to Tribeca! This area of NY (TRIangle BElow CAnal) - is cute to boot. HOWEVER - we found that this quaint part of town was not really full of great photo opps. We had to get creative. AND - our little card had us excited, because it promised us sightings of blue-jean celebrities (lets just say - we were not disappointed).

I thought this building was excellent. It is of no real significance except that it is very, very non-tall. (some might say -- short)

The shelves of the local toystore have been cleared of GI Joe and Barbie. The residents of Tribeca prefer that their kids play with figurines of Beethoven, Benjamin Franklin, Harry Houdini, and Rosie the Riveter. Those kids are, I believe, far more nerdified than I was as a child. Whoop Whoop!


The wonders of Tribeca never cease!! This is a park. We thought it was noteworthy. It is typical of many NY parks for 2 reasons. 1) It is the size of a typical suburban driveway 2) Every inch of grass is fenced in so that it can only be admired from behind bars.


SNOW!! Apparently it snowed here in the city. Who knew? The Upper West Side hasn't seen snow in ages, so Jill and I were highly suspect of this heap, and its origin.


These very cute homes were tucked right in a side nook of Tribeca. Jill fell in love. Like the snow heap, they seemed quite out of place. The blurb below describes.



The Square Diner was listed on our trusty card as the must-eat burger in Tribeca. It smelled of greasy goodness.


This is the largest piece of empty land that either of us have ever seen in the city, aside from Central Park. Thank you Tribeca for another bit of wonderment.


This sign reminded Jill and I of my beloved sister. Back in the days of Girls' Camp 1996, Bonnie adopted the sometimes nickname Labonna. This sign obviously doesn't say "Labonna," but it kind of does.



Here is where we start having FUN!! As you noticed above - while cute, Tribeca was not the picture of exciting. Jill and I livened things up as we began to take note of the many dogs wearing stellar outfits. This is very typical NYC behavior. New Yorkers adore their dogs. You dress your kids, why wouldn't they dress their dogs?


This pooch accidentally left home this morning in his pajamas. How embarassing! (note the long fleece sleeves on those front legs) (Jill had to chase this guy for 3 blocks to catch a photo)


This hot, young thing was obviously headed to a lunch date. She was sporting a jacket and four shiny, pink shoes.


We caught this great shot of a sporty Maltese after I remembered that I am not shy and that instead of chasing down pups to steal a pic -- I can just ask the owner. He sure looks comfy in that sweatshirt.


This preppy terrier in his cable knit sweater was perfectly suited to brave the windy Tribeca morning.

And this poor doggie was humiliated. He was caught on Varick Street in his birthday suit.

You might be wondering about those "blue-jean" celebrities that I mentioned at the beginning of this post. So - we didn't actually see any celebrities. BUT keep in mind that these dogs were almost wearing jeans, and they totally should be famous.