A couple of weeks ago we got back from a (MOSTLY!) gorgeous eight days in the city that never sleeps...though don't get too spoiled and think you can get takeout from anywhere at any time, because then you will be sad sad sad at 11:30pm when you discover you can not indulge in buckwheat noodles on a whim.
...the things you so easily get used to when you pretend to live in a Megafoodopolis for a week.
Also, it's a bit of a weird feeling when you start referring to your hotel room as your home. "ahgghh let's just walk home!", "how close is that to where we live?", etc. Sooo...I'd say eight days is a nice long time away. (I could, however, have my arm twisted to stay much longer in a Mediterranean villa somewhere, but wait, what was that? Hold on-- ...yeah, that silence is No One offering up their piece of heaven in Palermo or Barcelona, so that little extended vacation fantasy will try to gracefully exit now while it still has its dignity.)
WE WERE IN A MAGNIFICENT, BUZZING, VIBRANT, NEVER-DISAPPOINTING CITY FOR A WEEK. And it was good.
And I have pictures.
There are far too many to post at once, so I'll do a few installments. Round one (days 1 through 2 1/2), here we go...
cloudy skies the evening of our arrival
a stop we made because i know someone who likes to collect cookbooks...this entire wee "store" was packed to the ceiling, and Bonnie was super sweet & talkative, even though she was stressed out about the little black dog hiding in the corner by her desk she was babysitting.
"an irony rich mouthful" ...COLBERT! ...OBEY.
the pigeon guy in Washington Square Park...he was there every time we came by that week