I definitely have a disorganized mind to induce me a jump from Istanbul to New York. I just follow the free wanderings of my head and it has no link from one thought to another. I guess it must be the same for everyone. Here, in this exercise, it is not a problem but if I had a task to do, it would perturb my actions, maybe make me hesitate at the wrong moment. On the other hand this kind of freedom is a blessing. This diner on 10th Avenue has been there for ages. I discovered it in the late 70’s. It was already a landmark in the city but not as fancy as it has become today. But what made me press the button was the white poodle on the far right. It looked in such a hurry that I almost missed it. And his master was probably quite ahead of him.