When it rains in NYC it indeed rains. Fast flowing gutters and heavy downpours are not uncommon although on this particular evening it wasn't too bad. The worst part was the wind. Coping with an umbrella on such an evening is fraught with danger. In my case when you have a brolly that has already battled the wind and rain and has in part given up the battle, with two metal prongs poking out one fears for one's fellow rain walkers and so not only was I battling the wind and rain but also trying not to poke people's eyes out.
We walked up Broadway to Julia's for drinks after work and everyone put their umbrellas in her bath to dry out. No one hesitated about where to go and what to do with their umbrellas such is the commonality of the dealing with wet umbrellas.
As you can see some people had discarded their failing umbrellas in a relatively colourful placement at the rubbish bin. Margie did actually assist the composition by moving the red umbrella to give greater artistic merit to the shot. We walked back down Broadway from Julia's- Sue and Margie deep in conversation and me toddling along behind taking photos of rain soaked tourists , broken umbrellas, lights reflected and glistening on the pavement and trying to take a photo of myself reflected in the window.
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