We found unexpected beauty all over the city yesterday.  I regret I did not get a picture of the corner design store with the gorgeously lit front windows flanked by a bubble machine which kept an almost subtle stream of bubbles floating around the corner of the brick building past the sparkly glass windows with their twinkly lights and delicious colors.  The effect was that of looking into a snow globe or a Dickensian memory, wrong as that sounds.  It was the opposite of garish, looking almost old fashioned.  How could one trite trick, a bubble machine, create such an effect?  It was the motion in the scene, maybe?  Strangely charming.   As were the unexpected alleyways given to art.

As the sun set, thoughts turned to dinner, which was delicious.  Which led directly to thoughts of that most quintessential city desert.  From, of course, a bakery dedicated primarily to them.  Cheese Cakes!