Inked

As Saturday mornings are, this one went down a little differently.  Something seized me and drove me to  actually take a pen to paper.  It was strangely, quite a homecoming.  Never mind that I was almost a month late for someone's birthday.  Now, I just need to remember to mail the thing.  I am not even sure how much those things cost anymore...

Who Stays on Wall Street?

It had been weeks - over a month, really, since the trip.  The pictures are starting to look strange.  The trouble with these things going digital, one thinks one will remember....  Anyway, we went to New York City - early July - for one of those vacations that promised to be hectic for sure.  NYC did not dissapoint at all.  I am getting winded just thinking about it. 

We stayed in a place tucked under the shadow of the Trump building.  I love how the spot did not look touristy at all yet all these tourists were all over the place.  Sign of the time was seeing people take photos of the NYC Stock Exchange tickler while they were giving it the finger.

It took us exactly two fights to get the subway system down, but we did.  We were somehow able to find a.) Peking Duck dive hidden in plain sight in Chinatown; b.) the Empire State Building - which almost felt like following the North Star; c.) the chaos that was Times Square. 

I wish they'd leave this place alone. 

 The duck was good but we were leery at the whole process of only taking order for the entire duck which was then paraded in front of you in its cooked entirety, then whisked to a side bar to be cleanly sliced and the rest taken back to the kitchen...

 There was a party in one of the balconies of this building.  We could hear it all the way where we stood at the Empire.

Iconic NYC food cart.  Disorienting to see and smell at midnight.

Just so happened to pass by.  Serendipitous. 

The mosh pit that was Times Square.  I could not stand it - literally.