Here are the stairs I went in search of: the flight leading down to the High Bridge, one of the city’s oldest pieces of infrastructure (an aquaduct from 1848) and newest (a pedestrian link from Manhattan to the Bronx, opened in 2015).
More on that later.
But for the next few weeks, assorted images taken over five days in NYC during a blissful spell of mid-October weather. (I never wore a sweater or coat the entire time, not even at night. T-shirt weather in the mid ’20s C.)
The city never looked better.