Rocco Galatioto, nice photos and good food

Back in June 25th, 1978 I covered one of the first Saint Juan Day celebration in Central Park. The place was absolutely wild with a clear demarcation between the religious followers of Cardinal O'Connor's Mass and those who just wanted to relax and party.

These tulips in their ephemeral glory live on in our images and our memory of that wonderful spring day in that superb garden, a true New York jewel. I just had to share them.

Nobody surpasses Italians when it comes to food and eating; we are totally into food, great tasting food that is. We live to eat. Here we are at the Arthur Avenue Market in The Bronx's Little Italy. The whole area is a food heaven but here, inside, one can shop in an air conditioned environment with a myriad of food stores and naturally get a bite to eat. Actually a big bite.

This shot of the cable car that goes up from Trapani to Erice was made late in the day when the light is magical. This cable car is very long and steep in places. It feels more like a ride in an amusement park. You can drive up in what is a very long, windy and torturous drive but it's better lo park below and take the la funivia , the cable car. 

Coney Island was in its heyday or up to World War II, a great attraction and one of the main beaches where Newyorkers  went to cool off. It called itself the playground of the world; a mild exaggeration. Along with the beach and boardwalk there were a myriad of attractions such as a super Ferris wheel, bumper cars, many rides and several roller coasters. The food places were practically everywhere and so were the many side shows and unusual presentations. This golden age slowly faded and reached bottom in the eighties. Naturally people were less sophisticated then and this type of entertainment was satisfying. The area has undergone a great revitalization and the crowds are back along with their smart phones. Among the many places of great interest, the fortune tellers seemed to be more mysterious and obscure. This image shot in the winter of 1975 shows one of these places closed for the cold season when Coney Island practically without a soul appeared so much more interesting ...

Shot in the mall of the interior courtyard of the Louvre in Paris. The symbolism is mind boggling.