Or alternatively, underneath paradise, I guess:

But yet in none at all:

OK, yes, this is a cliche, but I loved the Madonna kind of contrasted with the gross graffiti and the girl on the cell phone:

And by here I mean the sepia colored paradise I like to visit occasionally:

Venice, even if it is in full color, will always be my sepia colored paradise.

And hey, he is in Venice:

Look out sail Boston and sailors of the world. I am out there with my giant camera ready to photograph you:

This is a toy I saw in Florence. The little bike man was biking around in a circle. This was the first photo I took in Florence. No, not Santa Croce or Santa Maria Novella. No, a little man on a bike.

But does the clock in Grand Central feature these 1930’s socialist realist looking murals? I think not:

Worry not Grand Central. I still love you!