These (Temporarily) Vagabond Shoes

Aaaaaahhhhhh . . . a long weekend in New York City.

The plan was to see as much as we could of the city. Take in a couple of Broadway shows (ok, just one for me). Eat as well as our wallets would allow. Visit the Georgia O'Keefe exhibit at the Whitney Museum. Purchase fall wardrobe for me.

Four out of five aint bad. My feet are still aching from the walking. The Lion King and Wicked were viewed. Ate fantastic food at Nougatine and Mas. And I purchased absolutely nothing but a cab ride in the rain.

Within minutes of our somewhat aggravating arrival (we were called a**holes by another driver just one block into the city), we had rid ourselves of the car and scuttled underground to purchase unlimited subway tickets. The city spread out before us like a carpet of concrete, and glass, and scaffolding, and people talking to themselves.


Sat next to the Flatiron building on Broadway and had ice cream on a warm day.



Played and climbed in Central Park on a chilly day.

Did the required pilgrimage to Rockefeller Center.

Yeah, yeah, there are loads of other photos. Didn't want to bore anyone with excessive photos.

Now we are home. Missing restaurants. Missing museums. Missing cabs and subways. Missing the noise and the excess. Checking into real estate. Realizing that we could only afford 35 square feet of living space. Absolutely knowing that it's not quite enough space for a family of three and a home studio.

Now, if I can make loads of sales by next spring, I can visit again when the daffodils bloom.