Summer in the City

means cleavage cleavage cleavage. Well, it does, but those are Regina Spektor's words.

Summer in the city, for me, means smells smells smells. The heat and the humidity of New York City summers accentuates all the city has to offer the schnoz.

For the worse: Urine smells are more pungent. Dog poop takes a new, smellier life form. And if you are from Staten Island, the dump really rares its ugly head in the summer.

For the better: Fresh vegetables and herbs on windowsill gardens finally have life. Fragrance from the flowers sold at the corner delis can be enjoyed from across the street. Ice cream ice cream ice cream!

But for a prettier and just all around better presentation of this subject, I again turn to nytimes.com for help. In Op-Art, Jason Logan has created an interactive map of Manhattan that details of the smells he encountered during one sweltering weekend tour of Manhattan. Sometimes I think I should have just worked for the New York Times and found creative ways to express my love for NY, and get paid for it!