A beautiful Sunday in New York after weeks of monsoons. Everyone and their mother was outside, it seemed, exposing pallid winter flesh to the spring sun.
In honor of Easter, or maybe just spring, things seemed just a bit more gussied up than usual:
There were festooned hats: 
And more hats (of particular interest for all you peep-eaters out there): 
Seasonally appropriate bi(tri?) cycles:
Even the lamp-posts are crowned with springtime glory: 
