Tuesday 24th June
Feeling much more on form appetite wise I felt a Big Daddy’s fix coming on and as we had a list of things to get our children, we headed off to Union Sq. Fortified by Eggs 101 and challah toast we hit the shops. The Strand was calling and that was one of the first points of call. We walked miles this day and ended up going for an early dinner on the way home to landmark in the Time Warner Building . It’s a nice place, there were a few families there at that time and we had a lovely steak. Couldn’t leave the building without a visit to Borders and saw the Neil Young photo montage. My husband is a huge Neil fan so he had to have a picture. I myself had a snap taken with the fat lady. Our feet are very similar at this point. Home on the 1 train exhausted.
Wednesday 25th June
We had plans to meet nywhiz for lunch today near Washington Sq Park so thought a stroll through Canal Street and Little Italy would be the job for the morning. It was very hot and as we were walking along Crosby Street we came across Housing Works bookshop/cafe. It seemed like an ideal place for a cold drink . Fabulous building but David’s disappointment at finding out that, on our arrival night Ron Sexsmith had appeared there, was oh so painful to see. If he’d known I would have rested up and he would have been like a pig in muck. Anyway, another great find for us, and a great cause that the company supports. After resting, we continued our walk up to Otto at 1 Fifth Ave where we had arranged to meet the Whiz.
Nice leisurely lunch ( I had the pizza of the day which was delicious) and then David left us to our own devices for the afternoon. Baby present hunting was in order as we were having dinner with Lou and Steve who were arriving later that afternoon. Did I mention it was hot? Phew, we walked for what seemed like miles around the Village but never found a suitable childrens toy shop. Eventually gave up and waited for a bus on the corner of 8th Ave and 14th St for what seemed like ages so hopped in taxi to ToysrUs. I am so pleased that my two were above the age when they’d be interested in this store on our first visit. If there is a hell, it’ll be like ToysrUs. The noise is deafening, but they did have the most brilliant gifts for young Master W so suitably armed we crossed the street to Carmines.
Now Carmines might be noisy too, but at least they serve Cosmos. Bettina was already at the bar ( where else?) and we joined her for a nice cool cocktail. When our table was ready Lou and Steve still hadn’t arrived (they had been delayed). Whiz couldn’t stay long so she missed the 3 of them by about 20 minutes if that. William arrived bright eyed, more than his Mum and Dad. That kid is incredible, the most placid baby I have ever known. He went to sleep in his buggy, we had dinner. Doesn’t get any better than that. When Lou’s eyes were being propped open by matchsticks we all left suitably full. David and I walked up to Columbus Circle for another trip to Borders and got a taxi outside due to me not being able to walk another step.
Thursday 26th June
Our last day. To match my mood it was drizzly and we had decided to go to Coney as David had never been. After breakfast we headed off and in 40 minutes we were there. Very warm but grey and overcast with sporadic rain. There were very few people about but it was nice to go along the boardwalk. Watched people on the Cyclone ( that thing looks so rickety) and the Wonder Wheel ( the way those cars move out of the inner wheel scares the bejeezus out of me)After a Nathans hot dog and fries sitting on a bench watching some kids playing volleyball, we got the subway back. Had a drink in Grand Central, visited Modells, and then came home to pack . Always the worst part.
We had no trouble getting a taxi on W81st and the journey took a little over an hour when we left around 5.30. It was a bit of a rollercoaster with the traffic stopping and starting but amazingly I didn’t embarrass myself by throwing up. The flight boarded on time, OK journey to London and then by 3pm the following day we were in our own home.
Even with my sore foot I had a fabulous trip. The more times I visit the more I find to do it seems. It’s my big 50 in January so guess what’s on my wish list?