You can't visit NYC, the Big Apple, the city so nice they named it twice without writing a thing or two about it. Before I write my love letter, I thought I'd get this out of the way.
We passed a shop with a window full of Indian statues, the sort of kitsch with sets my teeth a grinding. If these were statues of Indians, they'd be offensive. But they're statues of Native Americans, so we're cool.
I like my face in one and the statues in the other, but until I learn how to use Photoshop you'll have to look at both.