I think the bus is coming soon. My best guess is that these are not very famous people.
Perhaps they should worship at the little shrine that has popped up on 22nd Street.
It is a shrine to FAME something much worshiped in America --and probably other places too. It is not nearly so cool as the shrine from Udaipur below, but it is an attempt with the little candles and flowers and so forth.
But back to fame.....and anonymity (gosh, I spelled it right!) For some reason these workers reminded me of a renaissance painting......maybe something Piero della Francecsa. Anyway, they were chatting with each other companionably.
Unlike the woman lunching alone, checking her purse for the right change, who made me feel a little bit sad.
Buster, who, as we all know, is astoundingly famous and doesn't know it (or care because he is a dog ) stands in front of Mr. FAT-RAT-CIGAR-CHOMPING-MONEYBAGS.
So without digressing into Gray's Elegy in a Country Churchyard, we have encompassed art, art history, money, religion, solitude, and so forth.
Gosh, I'm tired already.
P.S. Am going to Daphne Kalotay's book signing this evening at Barnes and Noble. Russian Winter sounds wonderful and it's always so thrilling when someone one knew when they were just starting out does wonderfully well.