A couple of weeks ago (which I believe counts as a year in the new COVID time scale we're living with) I went out for a walk in the evening.
I didn't stay out long; during the day, the streets in my neighborhood are less busy than normal, but it turns out that after dark they're now completely deserted. One of the things I love about living in Manhattan is that I always feel safe on the streets because there are people -- usually lots of people -- around. And finding myself on dark streets, alone except for a a few restaurant delivery bikes and a crazy man yelling into an empty playground, was more than I could stand in these anxious times.
Before I skedaddled home I did take a few pictures of the empty bars and restaurants.