Only to find that no one calls New York that anymore. Just goes to show you how far behind the times I am.
Here I am, and loving it.
We’re staying in the middle of everything. One way is Broadway, and down the road, Times Square. Go the other way, and we’re in Fifth Avenue, looking in shops that I can’t possibly afford to buy anything.
Yet it feels good to think one day I might.
And to magnify the stress level through the roof, we hired a car from Avis whose office was in West 54th Street and then went ‘joy riding’ through the streets of New York on our way to the Lincoln Tunnel and further south to Philadelphia.
There’s something about being out in the minus 1 temperatures, dodging the rain, looking at the low mist, or clouds, hiding the high rise buildings.
It took us two days to find the Empire State Building.
We haven’t been to any museums yet, nor have I found a good bookshop, which is practically sacrilegious for me, but it’s now very high on the list of things to do. There’s a Barnes and Noble in 5th Avenue, which is not far away.
But for the moment it’s dining at Ruby Tuesday where I had the best hamburger, simplicity in itself, and Cassidy’s Irish pub where I had some strange meat burger thing and vegetables which was delicious, and a slice of apple pie that would take three people to finish off.
And a bucket of beer.
Wow, are things done differently here.