Part 1
I think I am taking this city that never sleeps thing to literally.. Frank wanted to wake up, for me I want to fall asleep in a city that never sleeps. Right now I am running on coffee fumes. But on the bright side, because I am mister brightside, it means I get to see the city at morning rush hour, when the sun is fresh and the people still smell of deodorant and perfume. It's a shiny happy city actually. At least the part I am in seems to be happy on the surface. Who knows what lingers beneath the smiles?
Part 2
Bloomingdales.
My hotel has the slowest lifts in the world. A no73 bus in London has come quicker than the lift in this hotel. I wonder if it is a way to save money, slow the lift down and save electricity. Anyway it's a pain because the are 14 floors in the hotel so if the lift is on floor 11, 12, 13 or 14, and it often seems to be you are guaranteed a nice long wait for the lift to arrive. Today I realised when I got to the ground floor, or level 1 as they call it here, that I went out with out my travel card. So I turned around and called the lift. Now somehow in the split second that elapsed between me exiting the lift and realising I needed to get back into it, the lift had turned into the Usain Bolt of lifts, racing up to floor 14. But that must have tired the poor thing out as it meandered its way back down like a pensioner on Cowbridge Road in Canton. (Walking slowly, stopping every 3 steps to chat to a friend or coo over a baby and then wetting themselves.)
Sorry I realise I should have called it the elevator but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
Morning Star
Back to morning star for the breakfast of kings, I will have to take a photo of the logo. It looks like the old commie newspaper but apparently it is named after the nickname of the daughter of the owner. It's a great place. Everyone should have their own local NYC diner and I have mine.
What a shop, big, brassy, unashamedly expensive and brilliant. The staff are so friendly it must make their muscles hurt to smile. But they also had a sense of humour or humor, which nearly backfired on me when I asked the make up woman if she could do me and she chased me though the store.
9/11 memorial
What an eerie felling you get around the site of 9/11. You recognise the streets from news footage and can picture the scene in your head. The memorials are lovely I think. Very tasteful and sombre.
Battery park.
It was hot today, damn hot, take your jacket off hot. Great for a walk by the Hudson and then a trip on the Staten Island Ferry to unsurprisingly Staten Island and back. They only give you three mins to get off the ferry and back on the next one back but I made it, by waving my stick around to get people out of my way.
Wall Street.
Boring :-)
Lower End Broadway
Great, lived in, a bit dirty and dingy but I liked it.
New York Cliche's
Smoke coming from drains. What's that all about? (Jerry Seinfeld voice)
Myths debunked.
New York is a friendly city. The subway is a place people help each other. Interesting the least helpful people are the white middle aged men who have a chip on their shoulder, just saying.
My poor feet.
Enough said.
Part 3
John's no slice
Tired, sore, battered and bruised I'd all but made a decision to stay local for dinner tonight. But last minute my mind changed and I decided to cab it over to John's pizzeria.good call! Good pizza, good wine, sat up at the bar, Brilliant.
Baseball
I spent the evening try to fathom out baseball. Watching it with the sound down. Trying to workout the rules from the action and on screen graphics. I now know what it must be like for a American watching cricket.
Love Shaq
Decided to walk home from John's. As I passed through Times Square I came across this fella. Apparently he's famous.
(No I didn't know who he was either.)
Walk Highlights
Ponty fans get everywhere.
(I'm not sure I even get that joke)
Radio City
Park Avenue
A blurred Chrysler building
100 Days of Grumpiness post - LiftsTired, sore, battered and bruised I'd all but made a decision to stay local for dinner tonight. But last minute my mind changed and I decided to cab it over to John's pizzeria.good call! Good pizza, good wine, sat up at the bar, Brilliant.
Baseball
I spent the evening try to fathom out baseball. Watching it with the sound down. Trying to workout the rules from the action and on screen graphics. I now know what it must be like for a American watching cricket.
Love Shaq
Decided to walk home from John's. As I passed through Times Square I came across this fella. Apparently he's famous.
(No I didn't know who he was either.)
Walk Highlights
Ponty fans get everywhere.
(I'm not sure I even get that joke)
Radio City
Park Avenue
A blurred Chrysler building
My hotel has the slowest lifts in the world. A no73 bus in London has come quicker than the lift in this hotel. I wonder if it is a way to save money, slow the lift down and save electricity. Anyway it's a pain because the are 14 floors in the hotel so if the lift is on floor 11, 12, 13 or 14, and it often seems to be you are guaranteed a nice long wait for the lift to arrive. Today I realised when I got to the ground floor, or level 1 as they call it here, that I went out with out my travel card. So I turned around and called the lift. Now somehow in the split second that elapsed between me exiting the lift and realising I needed to get back into it, the lift had turned into the Usain Bolt of lifts, racing up to floor 14. But that must have tired the poor thing out as it meandered its way back down like a pensioner on Cowbridge Road in Canton. (Walking slowly, stopping every 3 steps to chat to a friend or coo over a baby and then wetting themselves.)
Sorry I realise I should have called it the elevator but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
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