(That moustache is not real. I just don't want him to hunt me down and have to kill me for posting his photo. Y'all, that's a mighty large weapon he's got there.)
The first thing I saw on the first day in Manhattan when I emerged from the Path station at the WTC was a large group of Amish men drinking Starbucks.
See? I could never make that up.
Where else can you see Amish people and men with automatic weapons at the same time, just blocks from each other? NYC.
We went to Tavern on the Green in Central Park. It is sooooo pretty. We sat on the patio and spent $120 (!) on lunch (which was yummy, including the Bellinis, made with Prosecco, Peach Puree, St. Germain Elderflower Liqueur) and when you look up at the beautiful blue sky you see this:
The sight of her is always a thrill. (It's a thrill of a different sort when she's being buzzed by fighter jets, I suspect.)
I will do another NYC edition post about seeing Matthew Broderick, more about food (we ate a lot), and about the one thing I cannot seem to learn about travel to A Big City.