A quiet moment with Papa.
For every trying moment in which the city is cruel and mean, there's another full of bliss and whimsy that makes my heart thump with love.
Sometimes, on a chilly March morning, all it takes is a perfectly crisp and airy cream puff, a hot cup of coffee and a bright, clean shop populated with cheery Japanese girls in sunny yellow neckerchiefs.
Thanks, Beard Papa. You saved the day.
New York, NY