New York does look beautiful in June when the days are long and the weather isn't too hot and muggy. But then, I would happily go there at any time of year. In this respect, I am not fussy.
Yesterday, after SoHo, Mum and I paid a trip to the Met, mainly because neither of us had ever visited before and felt we ought to do so. I don't really like art but I do like naked men and there were plenty of Greek and Roman statues to satisfy my marble-lust (though I prefer Abercrombie's take on the statue: buff jock in the style of a naked man).
Yesterday, after SoHo, Mum and I paid a trip to the Met, mainly because neither of us had ever visited before and felt we ought to do so. I don't really like art but I do like naked men and there were plenty of Greek and Roman statues to satisfy my marble-lust (though I prefer Abercrombie's take on the statue: buff jock in the style of a naked man).
Museum #2 was the American Museum of Natural History, which I always enjoy, particularly the space show, which is amazing, although the "highlights" tour I went on was very interesting too (how to tell the difference between male and female bears: male bears pee forwards, females pee backwards, apparently).
I walked back down through Central Park to Whole Foods (a gourmet food store, which has recently taken South Ken by storm) where we acquired a veritable feast on which we picnicked in the park to celebrate the brother's birthday. It was a typical sunny Sunday afternoon in the park: busy and lively and so much nicer than Hyde Park (let alone Jesus Green). After a final shop and a final steak, we headed off to the airport.
I was pretty agitated as the flight was booked solid so there was no chance of an upgrade (and I got lumbered with a crappy middle seat) but the cheerful check-in chick did let the bro and me into the First Class lounge — a favour for which I was immensely grateful given the various flight delays.
I walked back down through Central Park to Whole Foods (a gourmet food store, which has recently taken South Ken by storm) where we acquired a veritable feast on which we picnicked in the park to celebrate the brother's birthday. It was a typical sunny Sunday afternoon in the park: busy and lively and so much nicer than Hyde Park (let alone Jesus Green). After a final shop and a final steak, we headed off to the airport.
I was pretty agitated as the flight was booked solid so there was no chance of an upgrade (and I got lumbered with a crappy middle seat) but the cheerful check-in chick did let the bro and me into the First Class lounge — a favour for which I was immensely grateful given the various flight delays.
So, here I am in the First lounge where they don't even give you free wireless internet but where there is a free bar so I have been helping myself to plenty of Bombay Sapphire and tonic. Even though I have a crap seat on the plane, at least I will sleep well. À bientôt, NYC!
State licence plates spotted: 29 (our longstanding family tradition)
Burgers/steaks consumed: 3
Amount spent on clothing: Don't want to think about it
Number of G and Ts drunk in the lounge: err...
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