Continuing adventures in NYC

It won't surprise you to learn that we have continues our NYC sojourn in much the same manner in which we began it. Waltzing around, eating the hell out of the place. For variety's sake (as well as air conditioning), we sat inside at Colette for breakfast.



Lordy.



After a quick subway journey guided by the great navigator known as R.Scott, we popped up somewhere in the middle of Manhattan. We procured a mobile talking device and some luxury eyewear at Barneys, served by none other than Billy Bob Thornton.



We then plunged into the depths of Central Park. It's quite mind boggling how such a thing exists, so expansive and undulating (Rosie's clever word). I said maybe they should build over it.



Had a lovely rest in the Sheep's paddock (or something like that).



Ate an icy pole. Another thing - the street vendors. Why don't we have these guys in Australia? They're awesome! Water, hot dogs, pretzels, icy things - all you could ask for. But no, in Melbourne we have scared looking women frying nuts.



With Rosie's continued navigational prowess and despite repeated attempts of mine to foil her plans, we found Strawberry Fields, the little section devoted to the memory of John Lennon.



Here's where the poor bugger went down.



We then had a stroll around the ultra pretty Upper West Side.



It really is uncanny how much this place reminds me of Sesame Street.



Ordering some goods from an awesome little sandwich shop run by a friendly Indian bunch. Check out the jar of pickles on the counter.



Cuban sandwich



Then we went to the Natural History Museum, which was constructed as the central prop for the movies 'Night at the Museum' 1 and 2. There was a fantastic collection of large prints from the early days of moon exploration on display.



The animal displays are incredible. There is a book available from the gift shop about the making of the panoramic backgrounds, but it sucks.



Everything reminds me of Tess. I'm a wreck!



And these guys reminded us of Scout.



Realising a lifelong ambition, I got to meet my favourite dinosaur Stegosaurus in the, er, skeleton.



The exceedingly ugly side of this business. Seems tramping all over town in Andy's hand-me-down Vans wasn't the best idea in the world.



The Ukrainians are killing it over here! There's heaps of churches, restaurants, cafes, people who look like my uncle... killing it!



Late afternoon, making our way back to the Subway.



Stopped for a swift margy.



Popped our heads up here for a brief glimpse. It was like seeing the whole internet at once.



Firemen are rockstars over here. These guys are even more popular than Justin Bieber!



Speaking of rock, the good doctor seems to have set up shop on West 34th street. Way to go Jay!



Doing the tourist stuff so you don't have to, we made our way to the top of the Empire State building at dusk. Worth every penny.



And made our way to meet Scottie and his cronies at a nice place in W'burg, where we consumed, you guessed it, more delicious food. The burger definitely held a candle to Raphs, I must say!