I did take some photos and I am hoping that they will suffice for now. It's Saturday, a slow day for blog reading anyway.
My 24 hours, in a nutshell:
there's always something slightly off about New York
and just the other day, while still in Madison, I reflected on how steamy the city is,
it seems to rise from many sources and it envelops you, so that you float with it, reaching new heights of steaminess,
a city of reflections,
and maybe it's the Central Park lakes that make even ex-Madisonians feel right at home,
me, I love the food (in the Village: black pasta with pink fish)...
it's worth pausing a diet for a slice of New York cheesecake;
after that meal, she swore she would never leave the city
others are really drawn to the sights,
indeed, there are many sights...
me, I cannot pass on a latte, at Soho's Cafe Cafe
Oscar pointed out that JFW and Ocean appeared, well, sort of similar today;
in the early evening we finally reached the tip of the island. the breeze was magnificent. a New York haze, a low sun, the once busy harbor quiet now.
