••• Opening tomorrow morning: François Payard Bakery’s outpost in the Goldman Sachs Shopping, Dining, Lodging and Entertainment Complex.

••• A reminder: The Friends of Washington Market Park Halloween parade and party is Sunday 1–3 p.m. And stores have been saying they’ll be handing out candy 3–6 p.m. (or so) on Monday.

••• From a reader: “I was wondering if you could provide a recommendation for a cleaning service in Tribeca.” Email any recommendations to tribecacitizen@gmail.com and I’ll forward them.

••• And this from another reader: “My upstairs neighbor and I have a bunch of really nice furniture that will not fit in our new apartments. We’ve tried Housing Works and Salvation Army, but they are saying two weeks until pick up (we have until November 1). I’m loathe to toss it or give it to someone who will just sell it, and I’m wondering if you have any ideas?” I don’t, but maybe someone out there does? Gmail me.

••• Tribeca Greenmarket report: This Saturday there’ll be a cider press, pumpkin painting, and a no-hands doughnut-eating contest. Also: “We’re looking for your favorite recipe featuring fall farmer’s market ingredients, especially produce. Eligible entries will join some Greenmarket fall favorites in our 2011 Cookbook, which we’ll offer for free at the markets in time for Thanksgiving. (Don’t forget to include author’s name, organization or company name and contact info if applicable, and any note or story about the recipe.) Email your recipe to: lchapman@greenmarket.grownyc.org or kcrosby@greenmarket.grownyc.org.”

••• Someone* emailed me about “a new iPhone app called NYC Building History. It has the building histories of over 1,500 buildings in Tribeca, NoHo, SoHo and the Meatpacking District. There are sample building listings and FAQs to check out online here.” It’s $3. *Why don’t people sign their emails?

••• I finished Colson Whitehead’s Zone One, a postapocalyptic novel mostly set in Lower Manhattan. I don’t read a lot of zombie lit, so I found certain aspects engaging, but the stiff wordiness  was not to my taste. (“He couldn’t help but think that the juggernaut sitcoms and police procedurals were still in syndication somewhere on the planet, the laugh tracks and pre-commercial-break crescendos ringing out and lumbering forth in the evergloom.”) Plus, it could’ve been set anywhere.