Tony Bennett sat on a green bench in the morning calm of Central Park, painting the fiery foliage of a tree reflecting against a duck pond. He wore a green tracksuit and sneakers. His brush hand zoomed across the sketchbook in his lap. He tuned out the city, sitting by a southern entrance to the park this month. “Excuse me, sir?”Mr. Bennett glanced up and then gazed down again.

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Persons: Tony Bennett, —, ”, Mr, Bennett glanced Locations: America