Wheel's on Fire.

You see stuff like this every day in New York. Minor human dramas that bring people out of their own worlds for a few seconds. Here in the Financial District, where Whitehall Street becomes Broadway just below "The Bull," we see a kebab cart fire, stoked by heavy winds.

I loved that people slowed down or even stopped to look at each other, sharing the experience, if only for a second, in what is surely NYC's busiest few blocks. In typical New Yorker fashion, a few even got involved: the guy in the white T-shirt who stamps out the flaming kebabs; the big guy in the shirt and tie who "supervised" the scene; the newspaper vendor who kept his eye on the kebab man's wind-swept cap.

To a tourist, it might look the opposite. It might look like people rushing by and not caring. Not picking up the cap. Not talking to the kebab man. When you live in New York for a while, you start to see the subtle humanity.