We took a late walk on the High Line to hit the water feature toward the southern end.  I like to let the babe crawl around in the water that runs over the stones.  I like to think they clean it as it cycles through but since I have someone who likes to put her hands all over the subway I’ve given up caring.  On the way decided I’d get a paleta.   It was that kind of night.  The photographer did an awful job capturing me, but I’ll forgive him.  Last time I stopped for one was a long time ago…check it out here.