In a blatant tribute to Alice and Wonderland, Barry, Jacob, my Mom and I, hastily patch together an assemblage of mosaic tiles in the shape of the afforementioned Lewis Caroll characters.

To our surprise, the subway crowd didn't bat an eyelash. I could be mistaken, but I guess its just considered normal around here for tourists to carry a basically infinite supply of ceramic tiles in the hope that they might find ample opportunity to array them in honor of their favorite Disney films or classic fairy tales. This is New York after all. I guess stranger things have happened here.