Week in Pictures for Nov. 29

Here is a slide show of photographs from the past week in New York City and the region. Subjects include autumn leaves, the first book printed in the new world, and the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

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Big Ticket | Outdoor Living, in NoHo for $23 Million

A statement-making condominium that monopolizes the eighth floor at 40 Bond Street, the 11-story emerald-green-glass apparition that brought a dash of Oz downtown to NoHo in 2007, sold for $23.5 million and was the most expensive sale of the week, according to city records.

The most recent asking price was $25 million after a trim from $27 million, and the monthly carrying costs are $14,255. The luxury complex, which was developed by the hotelier Ian Schrager and designed by the Swiss architects Herzog & de Meuron, has 27 apartments and five townhouses at street level. At the ever-luminescent 40 Bond, even the external structural elements are coated with molten glass. (Mr. Schrager kept the 8,500-square-foot triplex penthouse for himself.)

The loft-style 12-room, 5,364-square-foot unit, No. 8A, on a quaint cobblestone and cast-iron block off the Bowery, has four bedrooms, four baths, and a grand 140-foot-long south-facing terrace that runs the length of the residence. Every principal room has access to the terrace, which is 20 feet deep and was designed by the landscape architect Jeff Mendoza to offer total privacy. Inside, the equally striking interiors by David Mann have floor-to-ceiling windows, wide-plank floors, north-and-south exposures, and 11-foot ceilings throughout.

The chef’s kitchen is clad in smoked Austrian oak with glacier-white custom Corian counters and lacquer cabinetry. There are two fireplaces, one in the living room and the other in the elaborate master suite overlooking the terrace. The suite has a windowed dressing room and his-and-hers offices, and its master bath is wrapped in custom Corian in the same pattern used on the unusual 22-foot-high sculptural gate that shields the five townhouse gardens from the street. A separate wing contains the loft’s three other bedrooms, each with an en-suite bath.

The apartment was bought as a sponsor unit for $17.9 million in 2007 by William Kriegel, the energy magnate, motorcycle enthusiast and Montana rancher (he owns a training facility for quarter horses) who is the chairman of the K Road Acquisition Corporation, formerly Sithe Energies. Mr. Kriegel built his fortune in renewable energy companies in his native France before relocating in 1984 to the United States, where he repeated his entrepreneurial success. Before “downsizing” to the Bond Street apartment, he developed and owned the 7,452-square-foot duplex penthouse at 158 Mercer Street, which he sold to the musician Jon Bon Jovi for $27 million in 2007. That penthouse is currently on the market for $39.9 million.

Mr. Kriegel was represented in the sale by Leonard Steinberg and Hervé Senequier of Douglas Elliman Real Estate; the team also handled the negotiations for the anonymous buyer, who used a limited-liability company, MINM. Mr. Steinberg, citing confidentiality agreements, declined to elaborate.

The week’s second-costliest transaction involved a six-story Beaux-Arts limestone townhouse on the Upper East Side that sold for $18.5 million. The 19-room residence at 131 East 64th Street, between Park and Lexington Avenues, was built in 1904 by Augustus N. Allen but was recently renovated on both the interior, where the finishes are ultramodern, and the exterior, where a restoration retained front bay windows and the decorative copper anthemion on the roof. The house has northern, southern and eastern exposures; a rooftop gym; a wine cellar; and an indoor pool and spa. In addition to eight bedrooms, it has 11 baths, an elevator, and 1,150 square feet of outdoor space divided among a pair of terraces and a roof garden.

The social spaces, connected by a sweeping staircase, include a music hall, a library and a sitting room, and the ceilings on the parlor floor, home to the dining and living rooms and the kitchen, soar to 12 feet. The fourth-floor master bedroom suite has his-and-her baths and dressing rooms. The upper floors contain four more guest bedrooms with en-suite baths, a playroom, a family room and a staff suite.

Carrie Chiang and Richard Phan of the Corcoran Group represented the seller, David Seldin, a former team president of the National Football League’s Jacksonville Jaguars, who had owned the house since 2004. He used a limited-liability company, 64th Street Associates, with a Florida address, in the sale. The buyer opted for anonymity through a limited-liability company, TH 64. Ms. Chiang declined to comment on the particulars of the sale.

Big Ticket includes closed sales from the previous week, this week ending Tuesday.

The New York Collective

Dear Diary:

It is what tourists pass down in legend and suburbanites fear. The ineffable personality of New Yorkers cannot be handled lightly, as it is too complicated to be forced in one direction.

There is something that makes New Yorkers speed walk down the street, unaware of whom they may hit in a sharp swerve of their leather briefcases, or clear their throats when someone is talking to the post office teller for longer than a minute. Is it the pipes, the same culprit for our superior bagels? Whatever it is, the trait was showcased this past week and saved my dog’s life.

At 76th and York, a stray pit bull attacked our golden retriever. The all-too-clichéd evil preying on pure gold. As soon as the attack began, New Yorkers ran over to help, eventually freeing my dog of the aggressor. One man in particular carried the bleeding 80-pound victim to his car, where he then drove him and my mother to the animal hospital.

This assertiveness, this feeling of justification at every jaywalking crime scene, is our spirit. It feeds our reputation as a population and makes the city the strongest and most unique in the world. But most importantly, it makes us one.

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The New York Collective

Dear Diary:

It is what tourists pass down in legend and suburbanites fear. The ineffable personality of New Yorkers cannot be handled lightly, as it is too complicated to be forced in one direction.

There is something that makes New Yorkers speed walk down the street, unaware of whom they may hit in a sharp swerve of their leather briefcases, or clear their throats when someone is talking to the post office teller for longer than a minute. Is it the pipes, the same culprit for our superior bagels? Whatever it is, the trait was showcased this past week and saved my dog’s life.

At 76th and York, a stray pit bull attacked our golden retriever. The all-too-clichéd evil preying on pure gold. As soon as the attack began, New Yorkers ran over to help, eventually freeing my dog of the aggressor. One man in particular carried the bleeding 80-pound victim to his car, where he then drove him and my mother to the animal hospital.

This assertiveness, this feeling of justification at every jaywalking crime scene, is our spirit. It feeds our reputation as a population and makes the city the strongest and most unique in the world. But most importantly, it makes us one.

Read all recent entries and our updated submissions guidelines. Reach us via email diary@nytimes.com or follow @NYTMetro on Twitter using the hashtag #MetDiary.

New York Today: Beware of Parking Tickets

You may have the day off, but the meter police do not.Chang W. Lee/The New York Times You may have the day off, but the meter police do not.

Good morning on this Black Friday. We hope that your turkey (or Tofurkey) is digesting well on what is expected to be a mostly sunny day.

Here’s a hot money-saving tip as you do your shopping:

Remember the meter.

The Black Friday parking ticket is a longstanding – and highly aggravating — seasonal tradition.

“It looks like a holiday, smells like a holiday, but it’s not a holiday according to New York City parking rules,” said Samuel I. Schwartz, the former traffic commissioner known as Gridlock Sam.

Alternate-side regulations remain in effect, too.

Some years, Black Friday is the most-ticketed day of the year.

Mr. Schwartz recalled one with 45,000 tickets, compared to the daily average of 25,000.

“Every traffic agent had their pencils sharpened,” he said. “We were an army going out there and bringing back our prey.”

Last year, Councilman David G. Greenfield, a Brooklyn Democrat, introduced a bill to make Black Friday a day of rest for parking enforcement.

“You’re in a line for an hour to get a discount on a television, and you come outside and there’s a $115 ticket on your car,” Mr. Greenfield told us. “That’s not a very fun way to spend to your Thanksgiving.”

His bill went nowhere.

Here’s what else you need to know for Friday and the weekend.

WEATHER

Not black. Clouds part to let the sun shine in, but it will be chilly again, with a high of 41.

Tonight will be cold and clear, revealing the moon — a waning crescent.

The weekend looks muddled. Starting bright, it may turn cloudy, with rain possible on Saturday night and Sunday.

COMMUTE

Subways: No delays. Check latest status.

Rails: Running smoothly. Check L.I.R.R., Metro-North or New Jersey Transit status.

Roads: No major problems. Check traffic map or radio report on the 1s.

As noted above, alternate-side parking is very much in effect.

COMING UP TODAY

- Walk it off with the After Thanksgiving Hike on Staten Island. 10 a.m. to noon. [Free, registration required]

- Behold the world’s largest gingerbread exhibit, with 164 structures, at the New York Hall of Science in Queens. [$11]

- Peer into the Neapolitan Nativity Scene, with more than 200 18th-century figures, at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. [$25 suggested admission]

- Kids can skate in their socks at The Grinch’s Holiday Workshop at the Children’s Museum of Manhattan. [$11]

- Make holiday puppets at the Museum of the Moving Image in Queens, which will also be screening a tribute to the Muppet Rowlf the Dog.  Through Sunday: 1 p.m. film screening, 1:15 and 2:30 p.m. puppet workshop. [$12, plus a materials fee]

- The South Street Seaport opens its rink, and lights its tree at 6 p.m. [The tree is free; the rink is $10 and free for kids]

- The New York African Diaspora International Film Festival kicks off with “Chasing Shakespeare,” starring Danny Glover. 7 p.m. at Symphony Space. [$25, buy tickets here]

- For more events, see The New York Times Arts & Entertainment guide.

THE WEEKEND

Saturday

- WOTT: That stands for Walk Off The Turkey, a 12-mile walk along the Hudson Shoreline. 10 a.m. [Free, bring lunch]

- A walking tour of Mark Twain-related spots in Lower Manhattan on what would be the writer’s 178th birthday. 10 a.m. [$20]

- Local authors become booksellers in Brooklyn on  Small Business Saturday, part of a national effort to save independent bookstores.

- The Brooklyn Flea and Smorgasburg move into a new winter digs in Williamsburg.

- Designer clothes and accessories made in the five boroughs go on sale in — you guessed it -  Brooklyn. 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. Saturday and Sunday. [Free]

- Meet more makers, these from Staten Island, at the Juried Holiday Craft Fair. 11 to 5 p.m. [Free]

Sunday

- The Hanukkah Walking Tour starts on the Lower East Side at 10:45 a.m. You finish with doughnuts, a tradition for the holiday. [$20 in advance; $22 on the street]

- For a very quiet Sunday, head to the Brooklyn Public Library: the 1927 silent film, “Kid Brother,” a male Cinderella tale, screens at 1 p.m. With live piano. [Free]

- Meet the Dutch inventor of the Water Bench, an urban bench that collects rainwater, and learn more about rainwater harvesting, at the Guggenheim Museum. 6:30 p.m. [$7, free for students who RSVP]

- Last chance to see works inspired by Grand Central Terminal at the New York Transit Museum in Brooklyn. [$7]

Weekend Travel Hassles: Check subway disruptions or list of street closings.

AND FINALLY…

Wherever people were working on Thanksgiving night, they often had one thing in common: They were not eating turkey.

A police detective: penne alla vodka and chicken parmesan, ordered in.

A worker at Grand Central Terminal customer service: peanut butter and jelly for lunch. Chinese leftovers for dinner.

He said he had not had a Thanksgiving meal in 25 years. It no longer bothered him.

Jonathan Henry, 22, who was answering emergency calls at the Animal Medical Center on the Upper East Side, was newer to the holiday shift.

His family was back in Chicago, enjoying a home-cooked meal together.

He’d ordered Domino’s.

“It has not been easy,” he said.

Joseph Burgess contributed reporting.

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A Thanksgivukkah Song

Dear Diary:

With the convergence of Thanksgiving and Hanukkah, there has been a lot of talk of combining recipes and traditions. Yet, there have been no new Thanksgivukkah songs. I offer the following, to the traditional Thanksgiving melody

We gather together to light the menorah
And toast Mattathias
And brave Maccabees
They got off their tuchus
To fight with Antiochus
Spin dreidels to their names
And forget not the oil.

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The Magic of Witch Hazel

There is something compelling about a plant flowering in autumn’s frosty grip, but our native witch hazel’s magic only begins there. Witch hazel (Hamamelis virginiana) is far better known as a bottled astringent than a native shrub. Its medicinal uses date back to the Native Americans, who taught Europeans how to identify the plant and decoct its leaves and stems into the now-familiar tonic.

Witch hazel flowers produce a scent reminiscent of lemon zest.Dave Taft Witch hazel flowers produce a scent reminiscent of lemon zest.

Few native products have become so popular, or have changed so little over the centuries. It is still working its magic from the bottle, or mixed into myriad skin care potions.

Witch hazel’s magic extends to the very tips of its branches. The plant’s preference for growing in damp woods and stream corridors was noted by early settlers who believed that the plant could lead them to critical and elusive underground springs. “Water witching” dowsers selected forked witch hazel branches growing in a north-south orientation to create their divining rods. Then, holding the forked stick by the tines, they combed the landscape waiting for the telltale tug or bend of the stick, indicating an underground water source. It is likely that the name witch hazel is derived from “wicke hazel,” wicke being the early Anglo-Saxon word for bend.

Yet another of witch hazel’s peculiarities is its explosive means of seed dispersal. Requiring a full year to mature, witch hazel seeds are contained within woody capsules that ripen among this year’s flowers. If your timing is right, hiking through a hazel-filled woods on a warm fall day, you may hear the very audible, very random snapping of these seed capsules bursting open. The seeds are often propelled for yards and make a rustling sound as they hit the leaf litter. The clattering seeds and popping pods fill the woods with vibrancy.

Flowering in the fall and early winter is an interesting strategy for any plant. Pollinators are easier to attract with few other flowers competing, but then there are fewer pollinators.

To assist in the effort to lure late-season moths and flies to their bidding, witch hazel flowers bear four brilliant yellow, ribbonlike petals. The flowers produce an unmistakable, pleasant scent that surrounds the shrubs if the air is still. Not floral or sweet, but clear and piercing, and reminiscent of lemon zest, it is an invigorating addition to the scent of autumn leaves.

Few suspect how tough the spidery and delicate-looking witch hazel flowers are. No strangers to frost, snow and ice, they roll up in response to cold, protecting more sensitive flower parts. But during brief warm spells in autumn, the petals often unfurl, sometimes several times, strangely unharmed.

Look for witch hazel in damp woodlands on Staten Island. Alley Pond Park in Queens and Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx are also good places to stop and smell the witch hazel this time of year.

A Wiseguy Neighbor in Little Italy

Dear Diary:

Back in 1985, I lived at the top of a shabby, six-floor tenement on Mulberry Street. Across the street, in between a live chicken emporium and a bodega, there was a storefront with the name Members Only scripted on a glass window, with red drapes masking the stories beyond. I guessed it was a hangout belonging to the local wiseguys. Outside, spilling over a bentwood soda fountain chair and balancing an ever-present espresso cup on his knee, was Fat Mike.

“Hey Ange,” he yelled the week I moved in. “Anybody ever bothers you, you see anybody don’t belong here, lemme know. We’ll roll a few heads.”

How he knew my name continues to be a mystery, but I’d laugh and be not so secretly glad he was there.

One bubbling hot July afternoon, my Depression-era Sicilian parents had me chauffeur them from Queens to see my first post-college home. Pulling up, I accidentally ran over the curb. As my mother hissed out Italian slang, Fat Mike bellowed congenially from his perch, “Yo, Ange, where’d ya get ya license – Sears Roe-BUCK?”

My father cracked a crooked smile as my mother glared at Fat Mike, who was jiggling in laughter, waving his empty cup.

“Who is THAT?”

“That’s just Fat Mike, Ma. He’s O.K.”

“I knew guys like that. I hate that bunch. I’d better not find out. … ”

She held on to those memories as tightly as she did her purse.

“I lived in a dump like that. I’m not going up. No thanks.”

So while she convened with her angry reverie, my father (Big Sal) got out and huffed and puffed his way up those six flights. There, he slipped me two 20s.

“You’ll be safe here.” And I was.

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New York Today: Feeding Stomachs and Souls

It's high season in the city's soup kitchens.Robert Stolarik for The New York Times It’s high season in the city’s soup kitchens.

Updated 12:34 p.m.

This week, the city’s food pantries and soup kitchens do what they do all year – only for a crush of people.

The Bowery Mission, at 227 Bowery, has been serving Thanksgiving dinners day after day.

On Thursday, the mission will dish out 7,000 meals – 1,500 at its chapel and another 5,500 at soup kitchens around the city.

Hannah Vanbiber, who helps manage the holiday banquet, told us how it works.

The mission procured 500 turkeys, 900 pies, 1,000 pounds of potatoes, 800 pounds of stuffing and 260 gallons of gravy.

Then, dinner had to be cooked.

And volunteers delegated to plate it.

“We’ve had V.I.P.’s pulling meat off turkeys in the back,” Ms. Vanbiber said.

(Katie Couric is among them this year.)

Others bring meals to tables arrayed around the mission’s chapel. Or they ladle hot chocolate and coffee in a tent outside, where people wait for seats.

“You know what’s beautiful?” Ms. Vanbiber asked.

“To see people go through the big red doors and know once they’re inside, they’re going to get fed. They come in here and they’re treated as someone valuable.”

Here’s what else you need to know for this Thanksgiving Eve.

WEATHER

Another inch or so of gust-driven rain this morning, tapering off after noon, with temperatures gradually falling through the 40s.

More than 3,000 homes on Long Island are without power because of the storm. Some roads are flooded in New York and New Jersey.

Winds should die down during the day but pick up again at night as temperatures drop into the 20s.

Tomorrow: sunny, cold, high of 35, and, yes, windy, with gusts over 30 miles an hour. Looks dicey for the big balloons.

COMMUTE

Subways: Check latest status.

Rails: Check L.I.R.R., Metro-North or New Jersey Transit status.

Roads: Check traffic map or radio report on the 1s.

Alternate-side parking is in effect today but suspended tomorrow.

Air Travel: There have been weather-related delays at area airports. Check airport status or contact your airline.

COMING UP TODAY

- Mayor-elect Bill de Blasio and his wife volunteer at a food pantry in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, at 12:45 p.m.

- Mayor Bloomberg attends the Inflating of the Parade Balloons on 77th Street and Central Park West. 5:30 p.m.

- You, too, can watch the balloons get blown up beside the American Museum of Natural History from 3 p.m. to 7 p.m. [Free]

- Or make it a crafts day with the kids at the Poe Park visitor center in the Bronx. 1:30 p.m. [Free]

- Films of Merce Cunningham’s dances will screen at the Public Library for the Performing Arts at Lincoln Center. 1 p.m. [Free]

- Teens can draw, paint and learn from a teaching artist at the Brooklyn Public Library. 4 p.m. [Free; space is limited]

- Two giant 32-foot menorahs – the biggest allowed under Jewish law – will be lit at 6 p.m. One is at Fifth Avenue and 59th Street outside Central Park. The other is at Grand Army Plaza in Brooklyn. [Free]

- The often reclusive Lauryn Hill plays the Bowery Ballroom. 8 p.m. [$106]

- Here’s a helpful map of streets that will close starting today for the big parade. [DNAinfo]

- For more events, see The New York Times Arts & Entertainment guide.

IN THE NEWS

- Nearly two-thirds of New York State voters support Mr. de Blasio’s plan to raise taxes on New York City’s rich to improve public education. [Wall Street Journal]

- Hundreds of photos salvaged from the muck of Hurricane Sandy on Staten Island are posted online for their owners to find. [New York Times]

- Federal authorities confirmed that a burial ground discovered by fourth- and fifth-graders beneath a Bronx park was used to bury slaves. [Daily News]

- William J. Bratton, the former police commissioner, is said to be Mr. de Blasio’s top choice to lead the Police Department. [WPIX-TV]

- A man built a 3,000-pound gingerbread mega-village comprising 164 structures inside his Bronx apartment. [New York Times]

- Smorgasburg, the food market connected to the Brooklyn Flea, is now a year-round thing. [Eater]

– Macy’s parade balloons from the 1930s look impressively creepy in retrospect. [The Wire]

– Scoreboard: Nets snag Raptors, 102-100.

AND FINALLY…

Foul weather has been a foe to the Macy’s parade balloons almost since the parade began.

In 1931, high winds loosed Felix the Cat and a blue hippo near the Empire State Building.

Felix hit a wire and burst into flames.

The hippo was spotted by a fisherman off Rockaway Point.

There have been nearly a dozen other mishaps, including the 1997 Cat in the Hat accident that seriously injured a woman.

Most times, though, only balloons were harmed.

In 1956, gusts “flattened all three of the parade’s helium filled monsters,” The Times reported.

They included Mighty Mouse, who “struggled valiantly until Thirty-Fourth and Herald Square — almost to the finish — when he became a wee mouse.”

Joseph Burgess contributed reporting.

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Gary dos Santos, Mayor of Strawberry Fields, Dead at 49

Gary dos SantosCorey Kilgannon/The New York Times Gary dos Santos

Gary dos Santos, 49, a John Lennon devotee and a fixture in Strawberry Fields in Central Park, died Monday night at Mount Sinai Hospital in Manhattan from complications from leukemia, said his companion, Lisa Page.

Mr. dos Santos – known as the Mayor of Strawberry Fields to park regulars and countless tourists who visited the “Imagine” mosaic just inside the park’s West 72nd Street entrance – was diagnosed with advanced stage leukemia several weeks ago.

For the last 20 years, he welcomed visitors to the memorial by arranging flowers and praising Lennon — “the Brother” — who lived across the street in the Dakota apartment building and whose spirit Mr. dos Santos long professed to keep alive at the memorial.

Mr. dos Santos, in a recent interview, vowed to return to the memorial on Dec. 8 to memorialize Lennon’s death, which occurred on that date in 1980. But even if he were to succumb before then, he said, “I’m not worried because I have the Brother watching over me.”

CityRoom invites readers who have met Mr. dos Santos to offer their memories in the comments below.