Early Sunday Morning by Edward Hopper
On Sunday mornings here, you can walk in the middle of the street without worrying about getting hit. It’s like this until around 11 when people begin to stir. It’s a time I really enjoy. Walking to the market for the Sunday New York Times. Yesterday, I could not resist getting two fat cinnamon buns. One went well with the coffee and paper. The other one bit the dust this morning and I didn’t even give it time to warm in the oven.