Day 22

I didn't realize I had been walking on snow for almost a mile until my feet hit clean sidewalk and I had to stop for a moment to figure out why everything felt different all of a sudden. Then I understood: I had reached the end of the Hasidic part of Williamsburg, where no one had been shoveling sidewalks because it's Shabbat. (For the record, this change occurred right by Peter Luger Steak House.)