My favorite postcard. It looks like a vision from some European city, right down to the old men in black coats and the solitary Werther at the bridge.This can't be a photograph; it must be some picture-turned-into-a-painting. I wonder what Photoshop filters they used in 1916?

Everything's still there except for the Plaza hotel. But the bucolic scene to the left doesn't capture the modern spirit of the place, which often includes the young men in the adjacent basketball courts filling the air with lusty epithets. Somehow I doubt in the picture above that anyone was shouting Muthafugga at the top of their lungs.