New York's Finest

As I was exiting the subway at 43rd and 8th Avenue, a young boy stood at the top stair crying and wining. He did not want to move.

A moment later, I could see why.

A mounted policeman's horse was standing a few feet from the entrance, and a small cluster of New York City children were gathered around admiring the animal.

At one moment, the horse made a big movement, such as lifting its neck from the ground to shake it high in the air. The children, who looked likely to be a difficult-to-impress street smart group, were awstruck and delighted.

The policeman was answering their questions with a big grin. He clearly enjoyed entertaining them. It was a joy to hear their childish laughter as my heels clicked down the street.