New York has some of the best museums in the world, but sometimes the best works of art -- the pieces that make you smile -- are hidden where you least expect it.
I'm not sure if the painting of the cat above, seen from the High Line park, is public art or graffiti, but I don't care when it produces a grin as big as that of the feline itself.
And speaking of grins, tomorrow begins my two-week (!) vacation. As always, my blog takes a break when I do. Posts resume on Monday, Sept. 19.
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