Summer in the City
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity?
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn’t it a pity?
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
– The Lovin’ Spoonful
It’s some time since I spent the entire summer in the city. Yes, it’s hot. And just before they pick up on garbage day, the side streets can whiff a bit. But so far so good. It certainly makes you appreciate the city parks and the tree-well plantings, pots, and patches that brighten up the streets. Below, a few pics from the morning strolls which on these very hot days is before breakfast.
And to finish: A little old-time 1966 rock from the Lovin’ Spoonful
Wow – a new perspective for summer in the city for me!
Bravo – loved it!
Not how I imagined NY to look. Thanks for the tour, Josie 🌹🙋♂️
Most people i know would never imagine New York City to be like this….but i have been lucky enough to see various parts of the City over the past 50 years, the streets, parks and the riversides. Now, though unable to be there, you have brought me back to share it with you…and it looks a lot improved from the days when parks like Central Park could be dangerous and vandalised. But it looks cared for. And, as here in London, lockdowns and climate change have encouraged some to enhance and appreciate close at hand. Out of bad has risen some good..please may it continue…meanwhile enjoy and appreciate…
Love the song and your photo study. It makes me feel so nostalgic for New York (although I have only been there once in 2019) You capture the feel of the New York where people live and care about their city.
Lovely to see flowers in the city. At least a small connection to Nature.
I’ve always found the phrase “summer in the city” evocative, and your post gives the feeling a new objective correlative, as T.S.Eliot pompously put it. It puts care and colour in place of the usual city associations of haste and greyness.