This afternoon, as I wandered around the neighborhood near my office to warm up (why is it that every office building in New York City blasts the air conditioning?*), I strolled down 28th Street between 6th and 7th Avenues. This street is the heart of the flower district, and every time I walk down it I feel as though I have been transported to an enchanted garden. I decided that this might be the most beautiful street in New York City. Here's my evidence:

28th street 28th st oasis The stunning garden oasis in the middle of busy Manhattan is one of the many reasons I love living in NYC. (I also like working in this neighborhood because the Fashion Institute of Technology (FIT) is here, and people wear the nuttiest outfits. People watching is awesome.)

*Actually, I know the answer to this. Because the HVAC systems tend to suck in buildings that house nonprofit organizations, one side of the office is always boiling hot and the other side an ice box. Last week it was so cold in part of the office that I made a sign warning people to put on their fur hats with earflaps before entering Siberia.