Last day.Horrid weather. Drenching. Grey. Dark. (New York has always got a certain charm but I didn’t have the right shoes that’s for sure…) So after packing up our suitcases we decided to go to a museum; and what a remarkably unoriginal idea it turned out to be. The Moma was the closest so armed …
… delicious brunch at The Cupping Room Cafe in Soho… blueberry pancakes drenched in maple syrup… so so good… (I was going to say drizzled, but it would have been a lie, I drowned them in the stuff!). Why Soho? Because I had booked a punch needle workshop at Purl Soho ran by the lovely …
Today, just for a change, we walked. New York is so diverse that walking down a couple of streets can make you feel you’re in a different city altogether. I love that. You can’t get bored here. Chinatown… … downtown… and across the Brooklyn bridge… (look I’m here too… do you always find that you’re …
… So… up early for a long subway ride and a short ferry journey to Ellis Island (we visited the ‘big lady’ on our previous visit so this time we just waved as we sailed past) On Ellis Island we took a ‘hard hat’ tour and went ‘behind the scene’ into all the abandoned buildings …
Just pictures because I’m sooooo tired I could fall asleep mid sentence if I tried writing anything… Walking, Central Park, walking, The Met, walking walking walking, food and walking, 5th Avenue, walking… We had a fantastic first day. We walked for miles. We love this place. SaveSave
…and we’re here… the weather is not playing ‘ball’ (joke? ball? baseball? no? just me?) and the traffic was horrid, but who cares. And we’ve already been through the ‘phone left in the taxi’ excitement.’ (all sorted, just don’t ask). We’re unpacking than heading for a burger… because when in Rome and all that… SaveSave
Mannahatta (by Walt Whitman) I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal name. Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient, I see that the word of my city is that word from of old, Because I see that …
Do you ever have days when you kind of feel disconnected from reality? When you kind of go through the motions so from the outside all seems to be ‘normal’, whatever that is… you get dressed, feed the children, do the laundry… but from the inside everything seems fuzzy and kind of out of focus. …
… aka ‘the busiest week I’ve ever known… The good thing is that this is the last post about the Literature Festival, the bad thing is that it’s a long one, so I’d suggest you grab a cup of whatever float your boat and get comfortable. (alternatively you can just switch off now, I won’t …
Phenomenal Woman ((by Maya Angelou) Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The …
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