© AP Photo/New York City Municipal Archives, Department of Bridges/Plants & Structures, Eugene de Salignac. Spotted at Distractify.
I love this photo, titled “Workers dig along Delancey Street, 1908.” It was taken a year before my father was born, and reflects a New York of which I only experienced whispers as I was growing up there in the 50s and 60s. But there were still hints and shadows, so the picture calls to me.
I love the fact that the Yiddish of New York was so heavily influenced by English that the sign is almost a direct transliteration of the English text, with little bits of German/Hebrew thrown in.
With all its incredible history, warts and all, I ❤ NY. I wish only that I could afford to live there in the style to which I have become accustomed (meaning, comfortable and safe.)
The Old Wolf has spoken.
Playing in the World Game 
This is truly beautiful. I can’t tell you how much I love New York!! I visited a number of times. I suppose I’d like NYC to remain at certain time that I was most deeply immersed and impressed, circa ’80s. So much has changed, so much wiped clean. But, if you know where to go, and where to look, you can keep in touch with the heart and soul of the city. And there’s no way you can change some aspects and qualities. Long live New York.