This time, there was an acroyoga trio or foursome (it was hard to keep count) just a few steps away…
…and a guy performing juggling flourishes with a wine bottle just a few steps behind them.
Not to mention the row of fresh MBA grads in purple robes, led by purple bagpipers:
And us? All we were doing was reading and relaxing and enjoying fine lemon tarts and such. With our shirts off. But who in Greenwich Village cares about such a trifle? A nipple’s a nipple. We all have them. And in New York we’re all free to bare them under the sun.
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