“Excuse me, mister, whaddaya doin’?” “Takin’ pictures for the tax records.” “Whaddaya, gonna make me pay more taxes?” “No ma’am, it’s just for the records. It’s a WPA project.”
Women in hats (a mother–daughter pair?), two women in aprons, a man with a cap, a window full of . . . cans of olive oil maybe?, a mystery storefront with . . . fabrics on display?, sawhorses, a sidewalk entrance to a cellar, a tough customer with a tie, improbable watering cans, and a baby carriage.
I like urban density. The southwest corner of the intersection of East Fordham Road and Jerome Avenue was full of it. And look at all the amenities: a mailbox, telephone booths, and public transportation.