Hell of a day. Left for airport at eight, plane delayed two hours, arrived JFK 2:30, got on bus for Manhattan, worst driver in the world drops us off at Grand Central at 4:00, nine blocks from hotel I am put into a van and driven around as driver drops off others then to my hotel at 4:45. It was a two and a half hour flight.
The Pod hotel is definitely Ikea-like. My room is small, neat, and efficient. But I bump my shins a lot.
Subway to SoHo. Walking, walking. Tired and hungry, I duck into a nice cafe, the Antique Garage. Plate of olives, Pinot Grigio, bread, then pan seared tuna. More wine, then a Campari and soda. A trio plays old jazz, a standup bass, guitar, and trumpet. The trumpet player sings and looks like George Clooney's cousin. An espresso, the check, and a subway ride back uptown.
One forgets how big the city is.
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ReplyDeletei love those photos -- especially the second. i officially miss nyc now.
yes. sid and nancy -- did i tell you those stories already?
so glad you're there...great pictures!
ReplyDeleteThere is never enough time. Bet you've never heard that one before. I'm glad you like the photos. Lisa, I've not heard your Sid and Nancy stories. But I know the Leonard Cohen song "Chelsea Hotel." Here is a Rufus Wainwright version from a film about Cohen.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4rQ03pl2Og
"You told me again,
ReplyDeleteYou preferred handsome men,
But for me you'd make an exception."
I love that line.