On June 8th at 5:30 in the morning I dragged my very drugged up husband on to an airplane bound for New York City. I felt like a kid at Christmas. Steve felt like he was going to hurl.
Planes aren’t his thing but he was a trooper and in 5 hours we landed at JFK where we were greeted by a pissed off cabby who cursed and honked at anyone that got in his way. It was perfect.
After an hour of weaving in and out of 5 o’clock traffic we were dropped off curbside to the home of one of my favorite people – my dear friend Chris who generously shared his one bedroom apartment, made us coffee every morning and played tour guide for 5 days to a couple of NYC newbies.
So what did we do with our time in NYC? We ate. Then we walked and then we ate again. Every now and then we squeezed in a couple of touristy things but mostly we ate and we walked and we took a million photos.
This first batch of photos are from my Diana. She is temperamental and I never know if the photos will turn out but I think we got some gems. None of these photos have been edited in any way.
I hope you enjoy.