Here we are! After dropping off our baggage at the place where we were staying, we headed out for a little walk around the 'hood. Bicycle store (first of many!). Tacos. Bedford Street. People were out in droves, being nauseatingly fashionable. We participated in a community Jenga game on the sidewalk. Neither of us made the tower fall. Whew. This was a major highlight of the first day.
On the way back we passed in front of Dumont, which I remembered fondly from a previous visit. I was unable to resist, despite the early hour and the fact that neither of us were actually hungry. Knackered. Zonked. Hit the sack at 9 p.m. (!)
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| NOODLES, BROOKLYN |
Monday. Having had a really long night's sleep, we got up bright and early to discover other parts of Brooklyn. Our day was spent shlepping our ill-informed selves all over the place for hours and hours, having not taken the trouble to estimate distances or find an interesting itinerary. The East River Ferry provided an all-too-brief break, including a nice view of Manhattan and some heavy-duty wind to dry off the rivers of sweat coursing down every part of my body. I was sweating from places I didn't know were humanly possible, like my eyelids. We got off at 34th Street and started walking again. So much walking.
Tuesday. We started off a bit later on Tuesday, which was just fine with me. We managed about an hour at The Met before our beer meeting with old high school pal Andrew in Bryant Park. Having been informed that Times Square was now partially car-free, we decided to check that out. Still nutso, but better. We escaped midtown and headed down to SoHo for more wandering. Dindin at Back Forty West was scrumptious. I had smoked chicken, which was lovely, and Pat uncharacteristically ordered a summer squash and cheese dish that was tasty but would have done better as an appetizer.
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| Patrice applauding a kinetic sculpture Contemporary Art wing of the Met |
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