The day we met Alec Baldwin!

Today we read that the Union Square Market was going to be on a Monday – as it’s the public holiday, so we hightailed it down there to have a look around.  On one of my last journey’s here I purchased a fabulous framed photograph from a stall at this market, so was looking forward to it.


When we go there though it was just the farmer’s market… still good, but not what we were after…


So we walked through the park and headed south down Broadway towards an art exhibition that I had read about.


But after walking a few blocks the exhibition tents weren’t coming into view where I thought they were meant to be, so I double checked my map… and we were on the wrong street, so a quick right hand turn was made and we were back on track.


We were commenting on how lovely this street was and I was thinking that if I had steered us in the right direction from the get go, we would never had walked down this street and then……. who should be getting out of his car with his wife and four kids?

Alec Baldwin!


In New York you’re meant to just ignore famous people when you see them, but I couldn’t quite help myself.  “Hello Mr Baldwin.” we said. “Hello Ladies.” was his reply as he broke into some light humming while he put his bags on a luggage trolley.

We at least waited until we were at the end of the street to take our discrete photos.


Reeling at our star sighting we pursued the art exhibition and then headed down to Washington Park for a sit and a stare are people.


There was a fair bit of squirrel action in this tree – it’s the oldest tree in the park, we were informed by a passer by who was informing anybody who might be listening.

In the centre of the park there is a huge fountain and surrounding it and plenty of seating for people to just sit and watch.


There were a few stalls there selling bits and pieces like these revolution badges and magnets….  One of them said “Go Fact Yourself!”  Clever.


There was also heaps of people playing music either on their own – busker style, or in a group like these people.  They all had instruments or makeshift percussion and they sounded great.  People were stopping a while to have a listen.  It was a great atmosphere.


The land was once marsh land and in 1797 the City’s Common Council acquired it for use as a “Potter’s Field” and for public executions, giving rise to the legend of the ‘Hangman’s Elm in the park’s northwest corner.

Isn’t that spooky?


There was some kiddies doing a bit of jump rope for heart style double dutch… the man there was yelling at them to do it right – so it must have been great fun for the kids!


And this kid who I think was busking, but really he was just walking around, back and forth to his mum, then back to his ‘post’ where he’d play a few notes and head back to mum.  Is there anything more fun than a kid with a trombone?

Then there were people who just wanted a bit of sun…. it was completely overcast today.  Completely.


This man was just minding his own business, asking for donations for bird feed.  He obviously loved those birds and probably had a name for each one.  As we were slowly walking towards him ML overheard a man saying to his son, “He has to be crazy!  Nobody in their right mind would let pigeons crawl all over him.” So that was a lovely introduction for the young boy in acceptance and a well rounded love for all animals.


Then there was this man, playing his harp.  I love the sound of the harp and insisted we sit for a minute to listen.  He was so soft though that we couldn’t hear anything.  We could see his fingers moving and his lips were moving in a song like motion, but no sound.  I had a dollar at the ready to give to him, but that went straight back into my pocket.  He was clearly there for a bit of practice.


I love me a bit of Banksy art and my lovely cousin Chris just sent me an email letting me know that there had been some Banksy pieces found around NYC just recently, so I was on the lookout….. I don’t think this is one of his, but wouldn’t it be great it if was?


Alec Baldwin’s neck of the woods is so lovely, just look at the pretty flower boxes.  It really doesn’t take much, does it? (Says the person with 6 brown thumbs!)


I still love fire escapes.


We had a little giggle at the name of this street, but apparently Dave Van Ronk was a popular American folk singer…


He loved a bit of old English ballads, blues, gospel, rock, New Orleans jazz, and swing. He was also known for performing instrumental ragtime guitar music – so a real allrounder!


We were headed up to 14th Street to get the subway home when I realised we were crossing Grove Street which meant that just down the street is the “Friends'” building.  Nothing was ever filmed there – it was just used as an exterior shot for the opening credits, but everybody loves it.  So ML donned her new poncho and we turned left.


Passing the Big Gay Ice Cream Shop


And “Marie’s Crisis” – this is a place where they apparently play show tunes and popular songs and everybody is encouraged/expected to sing along.  We had planned to go there while we were here, but we completely forgot about it until ML spotted it!  Must try and fit that in!


Grove Street is so lovely – and packed with bloody tourists [:-/]  Look at the lovely little bird house somebody put on the tree.


And here it is.  It doesn’t even really match in with the interior apartments in Friends – the window placement doesn’t make sense, but then again it is only TV and we shouldn’t worry ourselves too much with continuity.  [NB: I just told ML about my theory that the outside doesn’t match the inside and she said “I don’t know why you’re worrying about it?”. Good to see we’re on the same page.]


Then on the ground level of the building is not the fictitious cafe – Central Perk, but the very real restaurant called Little Owl.


I have been here a couple of times on previous visits and have loved it – my favourite dish is the Meatball Sliders and they’re still on the menu – so clearly I’m not the only one who loves them.


I think if I were to live in NYC this is the area that I’d have to move to – in fact probably this street.


And probably into this house.


This house probably has its fire escape at the back…

After about 2 seconds discussion it was decided that we would about turn on our journey to 14th Street Subway and walk down to Little Italy for a late lunch/ Duplex dinner before returning home.


Number 10 Downing Street is looking a little shabby since T. May moved in!  Just saying….


We weaved our way through the streets, which is the best way to see/find interesting things – like this little line of market stalls.  The first one was an eccentric old lady selling her collection of old jewellery including some amazing brooches.


Now, I love me a brooch, so I made a small purchase.


Then around another corner we came across the NYFD doing what they do best.  I’m not sure what was wrong, but it required 4 fire trucks, about 20 firemen and a big ladder.


There is art everywhere you look – this had been spray-painted on the ground.  Honestly, if you’re not looking up, you have to be looking down – your neck really gets a work out here.


We weren’t sure if this was somebody moving or if all this stuff had just been tossed from an upstairs apartment window…. nobody looked too fussed.


Then we made it to Mulberry Street – the heart of Little Italy.


We parked ourselves at Da Gennaro restaurant and enjoyed a lovely Italian meal and a couple of wines.


This lady was actually dining with this man, but she insisted on standing next to him the whole time.  It looked like she had a firm grip on his shoulder.


Then as a little treat we ordered dessert and ML had her first ever taste of a real New York baked cheesecake – her verdict: “I don’t like a baked cheesecake, but that was lovely!”


Then unfortunately this chap started playing his piano accordion just as it was time for us to leave.  Typical!


ML had been talking all day abut having to get some cash out at the ATM… but had second thoughts about using this one.


Honestly, sometimes she’s so picky.  Don’t worry Colin – I didn’t really use it!

Then we hit Times Square again and everything just seemed as it should be – especially with this lady posing on this stand.  She wasn’t a model or anything – just posing, as you do.


Bev O’Brien – this photo is especially for you…


And Jo Coppin….. this one is especially for you.


You’re welcome ladies.

Uptown & Downtown & Uptown…

Woke again today to a rainy looking New York City.  As it’s the Memorial Day long weekend everybody kept telling us that NYC would be deserted…. but they weren’t considering the tourist quota.  We were treated to a game of who’s got the bigger… testicles car, as these little rainbow coloured match box cars revved the shit out of their engines for a good couple of light changes.  Ahhh, the sweet soft melody of the inner city.


Today’s mission was to head down to 34th Street as ML needed to pick up one last thing from Macy’s and this weekend is their big Memorial Day Sale, then the rain stopped so we decided to walk down to the Flatiron building.  I’ve now walked from the bottom of Manhattan all the way up to Columbus Circle.


Beauty…wherever you look.


On the way down Broadway we passed some of the more classier stores.  We seriously considered purchasing a weave, but I wouldn’t know what the hell to do with it.  I’d be that person who was wearing it backwards….


And this the end of town where you can buy a watch like this….


Or this…

I really did consider buying this one ⬇️


Or maybe it’s a diamond grill that you’re after?



And for the religious folk among us… how could you pass up this little number? That’s diamanté Jesus yo!


Now this little shop did lure us in with its sparkly handbags and clutches where ML made a small purchase and I couldn’t decide so left empty handbaged.


Across the road from the Flatiron building there are some food markets, that we wandered through.  The rain made it a bit tricky to stop and look at everything.


And there she was in all her glory


Can you believe that it was 32 degrees yesterday?


Check out these cool people doing a windswept pose.


Across the way in Madison Square Park there was a lovely flag display (so patriotic!)


And some interesting art work.


Makes more sense when you get on the right side of it.


The artist is Diana Al-Hadid (click on the link if you want to know more about Diana and her art… it’s quite interesting)


I know I’ve said it before, but I love the parks in NYC.  They’re always so well maintained and pretty.


Would you call these ‘stool pigeons”?


We broke the walking up with a little stop into the Belgium Beer Bar…


Where we were served by this chap with the best bowl haircut I’ve seen in a long time.


We had one drink and ML, being very sensible, thought we should move on…


So we said goodbye to the Flatiron area and headed up 5th Ave.


We made it the whole way to the NY Library (at 41st Street) before I found any free wifi in order to see which stores stocked our merino wool runners so I could get a pair for Me Jenny (surprise!), and I found a store in… would you believe it?  The Flatiron area, well just a few blocks south of there in Soho.


So we crossed a few blocks and got on the green line at Central Station to head back downtown.


This is such a beautiful building!


We found ourselves in the shopping district of Soho…. can you believe that people were lining up outside to get into stores?  This wasn’t the only one we passed. ⬇️

Anyway, we found the store and realised that they weren’t the same shoes and there were about 6,000 people in there, so we did an about turn and headed for the subway again.  Downtown, uptown, downtown and now we’re headed back uptown!


Right next to the subway entrance was this cool little market space.


There were handmade things, jewellery and retro clothes….


And New York themed art…


I considered buying my sister a little gift for when she arrives next week…..


There was even a DJ station and some cool tunes playing.


Then it was back onto the subway again.  There’s funny little artworks like this in nearly every station.


Because it was a bit rainy and chilly I decided it was the perfect day to try out the Soup Man’s (The Soup Nazi from Seinfeld) famous soups and I was not disappointed.  I went for the Chicken Enchilada Soup with the addition of sour cream and cheddar cheese and this is what they put in the bag…

A little chocolate, a slice of bread and an apple!

It was delicious and I will definitely be going back to try one of the others.



I love me a Broadway show.  Last night we saw “Summer – The Donna Summer Story”


which was brilliant – made only more fabulous by the two unrelated people sitting across the aisle from us.  Both die-hard Donna fans and dancing like they were in a hip hop music video in their seats.  The chap, who we had seen earlier in a piano bar having a sing was rubbing his face like J-Lo does in the raunchy parts of her film clips – it was hilarious!  He was sliding down in his seat so to make it easier to gyrate, then the arm would shoot up and he would point a finger like he was at a rock concert.  Honestly, you could hardly take your eyes off him…. I missed a lot of the actual show.


The cast was fabulous and lots of women dressed androgynously so as to portray both men and women characters which was cool and there was lots of feminist banter throughout, which the crowd of mostly women and gay men (at a guess) were eating up – clapping and woohooing.  The story was told by 3 main actors all playing Donna at different stages of her life.  They were awesome and divas in their own right.


And tonight I saw “The Boys in the Band”.  Look at the stars in this cast!


ML had decided not to come to this one, so we picked up my ticket from the theatre and then went for a bite to eat before heading in different directions.  We chose the City Kitchen…


… which is an upstairs food court of sorts with a great view of 45th Street & 8th Ave below…


… who just happened to have a street fair on this weekend, so we got to watch the pack up process.  Honestly, you could give yourself whiplash!

Then I took my seat, and a pretty good seat it was to – right in the middle… the stage is really cool – it’s a two story apartment with a sunken lounge.  So the audience watches as if they’re acting in a doll’s house.


The Boys in the Band is a play by Mart Crowley.  The play premiered Off-Broadway in 1968, and was revived on Broadway for its 50th anniversary in 2018. The play revolves around a group of gay men who gather for a birthday party in New York City and was groundbreaking for its portrayal of gay life. The play has been called “A true theatrical game-changer, The Boys in the Band helped spark a revolution by putting gay men’s lives onstage — unapologetically and without judgement — in a world that was not yet willing to fully accept them.” {thanks Wikipedia}


It was hilarious and moving and thought provoking and after 2 hours of non stop drama without an intermission – I wanted it to keep going.


Then the walk home through the throngs of people in Times Square… You can just make out our apartment window.


None of these people were keeping the pedestrian flow zone moving…


Each week they’ve had something different like this in the square. People were lined up to have a turn.


I heart Broadway 💕


“Will I do, Carson?”

I love apron drama and they don’t come much better than Downton Abbey.  Today we went to the Downton Abbey Exhibition, which was created by the creator/writer of the show and was very well done indeed using all sorts of new fandangled technology that they would never have understood in the “Big House”



There were 3 floors: Downstairs – showing all the servants’ quarters, the kitchen and Carson’s pantry, etc… Upstairs – showing the families digs and the top floor displaying all the lovely costumes.


The characters appeared on screens as you walked through and talked to you as if they’d bumped into you in the house somewhere.


We purchased the added headphone gadget that gave you behind the scenes information and cast and crew telling you about what it was like to film in the house.


You could apply for a job at the house by answering 10 questions and they assigned the role that most suited your answers.  I somehow got Cook – and Head Cook at that!  Obviously none of the questions asked “Can you cook?”


I wished I had lived back in those days for the fashions alone.


One of my favourite characters in the show was Maggie Smith’s “The Dowager Countess, Violet Crawely.  She had some hum-dinger quotes…


The exhibition ended with the obligatory walk through the gift shop where I purchased a fridge magnet…. which had nothing to do with Downton Abbey, but I loved it.


Mist rollin’ in from the sea…

In nearly every shop that we walked past there was a ‘help wanted’ sign in the window.  This was the strangest though…


This weekend is the Memorial Day long weekend – the official beginning of summer and there is expected to thousands of people descending on The Hamptons.  We were avoiding coming here on any weekend to escape the crowds, so we’re super lucky that we missed this one.

So as of Saturday, the beaches will look nothing like this one… (this was a picture that I accidently took whilst holding the camera by my side walking back to the car)


So our second day was all about checking out the villages and driving up and down the lovely tree lined streets looking at the pretty.



If you were going to start a business up here – it would have to be gardening!


How’s this ones got the convertible MG in the driveway – how perfect.


Checking out all the beaches…




It was at this point that we noticed a bit of weather on the horizon.


Fog and mist, as Paul McCartney predicted, rolled in from the sea…


Which was weird because if you turned slightly to the right the ocean looked like this…


You could even notice it on this pond…


And it quickly moved off the ocean and onto the street…


Then as quickly as it appeared – it as gone!

We parked up at Bridgehampton and had a quick walk around before stopping for a spot of lunch.


I think this is maybe what Leo Thayer went into after his music career was finished.


All the villages are so pretty.


Pierre’s was the only place we could find for lunch.  It was a semi pretentious French restaurant with bored staff who weren’t giving us the time of day – but we were hungry and they only other option was to get into the car again and search.


As soon as we sat down – before we were given menus or anything, this woman approached the table and handed us a postcard with a shop name – she was spruking a pop up shop upstairs from the restaurant that was selling clothes, shoes, etc…. the designer was from St Barts and the clothes could only be described as ‘resort wear’ that we would never wear.  Over the course of our lunch this woman had 3-4 costume changes and then sashayed up and down the restaurant handing out the postcards to the very small handful of diners.  Nobody seemed to take much notice of her but us and we were intrigued every time she’d disappear up the small staircase to see what she’d be wearing next…

Lunch and a show!


More wandering…


How sweet is the Chamber of Commerce building?


Then with about half an hour before we were due to return the car we did one final drive through an area we hadn’t been to yet to the north of Southampton…


Then the car was returned…. the Jitney arrived and we travelled in our luxurious coach without incident all the way back to 51st St and 3rd Ave… It was nice to be back to the noice and the people and our little apartment.

The Jitney

What’s a trip to New York with a ride on The Jitney out to the Hamptons?  I mean, I ask you.

There are a number of ways you can get to the Hamptons from NYC.  You can drive (no thank you), there’s the train (which takes 3.25 hours because it stops at every little town long the way), you could take a helicopter or small plane (to your private mansion) or you can catch “The Jitney” – a luxurious coach transportation…. this is what we chose.

The pick up point was on Lexington between 59th & 60th – opposite Bloomingdales.


We had been looking at the subway map to see if there was a way to get there easily, but I read the map wrong (I know – that’s unheard of!) and we ended up on 53rd street instead.  Our instructions were to be waiting at the spot at least 7 minutes prior to departure at 9.50am, so we fast walked the 6 and a half blocks and made it right on the dot.


However, the Jitney was 20 minutes late.


But once we were on we were trè excited…. we’re going to the Hamptons!


We made a few stops before getting on the Long Island Expressway to pick up more people.  This chap here was sitting alone, so there was a spare seat next to him.  The bus wasn’t completely full, but there were limited seats left when 3 ladies hopped on and tried to sit next to him.  He said to the first lady before she even sat down, “You don’t have to sit here, there is plenty of room at the back.”  The lady was confused and I don’t think that English was her first language, so she asked, “You don’t want me to sit here?” and he repeated, “there are plenty of seats down the back.”


The bus was starting to move again and the ladies still hadn’t worked out their seating arrangements, so the first lady moved down one seat and sat next to another gentleman, so the second lady sat next to the first man and their 3rd friend sat in front of her.  The second lady didn’t speak English at all.  The man spoke up again and told the second lady that there were plenty of seats down the back, but the first lady said, “No, she can sit there.”

We were watching it all unfold from our seats on the other side of the bus and couldn’t quite believe what this man was doing/saying.

The 3 ladies obviously felt uncomfortable, so they all got up and moved down to the back where there was indeed three seats together, but then everything erupted.

Person A = said man
Person B = the man behind him
Person C = the woman in front of us


When the ladies got up and moved, these two zeros jumped to their defence.  “You should be ashamed of yourself.” “You should be embarrassed of your behaviour.” “You are not a gentleman!” “You can’t do that, if you want to sit by yourself – you move to the back – those ladies have every right to sit on these seats – they belong to everybody!” “How does it feel knowing that this whole bus thinks you’re a asshole?”

Things quieted down after that… but the man in question showed absolutely no remorse and was not apologetic and after explicit instructions from the driver not to talk on your phone – he made two calls.

Anyway – we got to Southampton and luckily for us, our car hire place was right there in the same building.  We had booked a Mitsubishi Mirage, but when we got there our new best friend, Samantha upsold us to a Maserati!  I bet she corners like she’s on rails… but I wouldn’t know ’cause I never when over 55mph.


Does it suit me?


It was brand new (only 93miles on the dial) and had all the gadgets that open and shut…. including this slightly ominous feature – It’s a tag you can pull if you are ever locked in the boot, um……


So we drove east from Southampton and then up to Sag Harbor which is one of the prettiest little villages on Long Island (and so far I’ve seen 2).

We found a park easily…. (nice wide bays)


… and walked directly across the road to the American Hotel for a lovely luncheon on the verandah to watch the world go by.


Although you’d rather be looking at this pretty lady, wouldn’t you?


The restaurant had a French feel to it and we were served by a gent from Asian decent with peroxide blonde hair and a fabulously happy demeanour.


I’ve got no green thumbs, but could this be Geraldton Wax?


She was fancy on the verandah with your table cloths and your pretty plates.


As we were in coastal seafood territory, it was an obvious choice to choose some seafood for lunch.  ML went for a lobster BLT – almost seems sacrilegious! and I went for this delicious bowl of lovely mussels. Scrumdiddliuptious!


This still feels like Monopoly money.


After lunch we went for a wander up the street.  It was quite reminiscent of Sorrento on the Mornington Peninsula where my lovely friends Tammy & Matt have a thriving business managing holiday homes – if you’re ever in the need of their services – Rest Easy Services they’re awesome!

Girl Scout cookies – they’re a real thing!


They like to play up the ocean/beach/seafood/fishing vibe here…


I’d like to try ALL the things on this menu!

Fliss & Rich and any of the plethora people who once worked at Cafe Del Pescatore, do you recognise the fisherman in the yellow raincoat with the beard and the pipe in the window?


I’ve found my shop!


It was closed. 😦  Blooming Shells!


There is a common theme all along Long Island and that’s the windmills.  Apparently Long Island has the most windmills in the whole USA.  Back in the day with windmills were used to process grain, Long Island, which is 125 miles long and only 20 miles wide and relatively flat, so it catches a nice wind, is where they were put and many are still there today.


Every village has a lovely ye olde variety store…


Where you can find products such as this…


And at the other end – top end shops that sell beautiful bags like this one… I was very tempted, but didn’t like the idea of ramming it into my suitcase.


Once lunch had gone down we jumped back into the Maserati and like bogans, cruised the streets looking for lovely houses.


It was getting late into the afternoon, so we headed further along the island to the edge of Montauk where we were staying for the night.

On the way down we stopped at the beach and saw our first house on the beach – just like in the movies…


We had chosen Wavecrest Resort which was a bit like a seaside motor inn with two story buildings that all face the water.  This is the view from our room…


The panoramic shot makes it look like it was far away – it was more like this….


I’ve stayed in some funny places before… the old hotel in Lewes, UK for my friends Tanya & Nick’s wedding… in that room the whole floor had a 30 degree slope meaning things would slide of the bedside table… Hotel Jen in Singapore, a brand new hotel where all the light switch and power sockets were put on the wall by the blind work experience person… The B&B in Richmond, Tasmania where the room I shared with Me Jenny had a mirror over the four poster bed and a feather boa hanging in the cupboard… so it came as no surprise when we entered through the front door into the kitchen/bathroom area – handy if you every want to brush you teeth whilst cooking up a storm.  Also the beds were wonky… one was way higher than the other one, but also had a 30 degree angle on it – (may everything is straight and it’s me that’s on the lean?)  Despite all that it was very comfy.

These were the wall decorations – any ideas what H & K might stand for?


Whilst flicking through some of the mags on offer at the hotel, I came across this add for wedding events… at The Sloppy Tuna.  I don’t about you, but I don’t thing the words sloppy or tuna should be anywhere near a wedding invitation.


After a little settle in we decided to head into Montauk while we still had sunlight… and headed to the lighthouse – ‘The End’ of the island.


The lighthouse itself was closed, but we parked up to have a walk around… the curb was quite high and our Maserati is quite low – not a good combination.  The car was fine, but the number plate had seen better days  – well one better day – we were the first people to ever rent it!  Not to worry, we popped it in the car and I borrowed a screw driver from the hotel and fixed her right up… now I understand why my Dad travels everywhere with cable ties.


With sunset fast approaching we headed for a good vantage point to have a bevy and sit and watch it go down…. or if you’re a star gazer – we watched as our place on Earth as it turned away from the place in the sky where the sun is stationary – less romantic, but astronomically correct.


This was a seafood/sushi restaurant with a bar attached and they had a small balcony section outside.  We asked the woman at the ‘welcome’ lectern if we could just have a drink and watch the sunset.  Her frown didn’t change throughout the encounter as she informed us that tables were for people who were dining.  A second woman pounced on the situation and directed us to the bar to purchase our drink and said we could sit out on the balcony… simple.

We used this opportunity to take a million selfies of ourselves – just like the kids do…


Which is hilarious when you don’t really want to or know how to pose…


The woman on entry didn’t make us feel like we wanted to dine at this establishment, so we jumped back in the Maz and headed to the other side of the inlet to a restaurant we could see from the balcony and all was well.

Welcome to The Hamptons.

In Search of Stars

Today’s mission was to find the filming location of one of our favourite TV shows – ‘Younger’ and maybe do some star spotting.  My cousin, Chris sent me a website that lists all the locations around New York and today we hit the jackpot.  My first location was the corner of 4th Street and Bowry Street in the Lower East Side…

But first…. let me ask – Was this meant to read “Keith”?


The one thing that I’m loving to do here is just walk around, taking in the sights of the buildings, the shops and the cafes.


When I got to the corner of 4th and Bowry Streets, there was nothing except Phebe’s Bar and Grill… but no filming.


So my next location was at the corner of Orchard and Rivington in the same area and this looked way more promising.  I came across what looked like mobile trailers.


Then around the corner, there were more film trucks…


And even some tents with filming equipment and lots of people standing around just waiting for…. something?  Nobody I recognised though and it would have been awkward to stand around with them, so I kept on walking.


Yumi Kim is a frock shop, but look at their pretty bin area.


This is how you park cars here.


There’s something about these yellow school buses that I just love.  Maybe it’s that I used to have a Fisher Price version as a child?


On my first trip to New York during the Girlie Tour of 2009 Madds, Tanya, Saskia and I stand in a tiny one bedroom flat in the East Village.  I wanted to see if I cold find the building again, but I couldn’t remember if it was one 3rd Street between 1st and 2nd Aves or 1st Street between 2nd & 4rd Aves… or some other street between two other avenues, so basically, I don’t know where it was.  I did pass some lovely little places though.


Then came a familiar street.  St Marks Place.  We dined on this street a few times, in fact we all still remember the Dukkah Eggs we all enjoyed one morning.


At Cafe Mogador… Hmmm Dukkah Eggs!


Across the road there were a group of people standing around this massive hole in the ground all talking about what they think caused it, how deep they thought it was and how long they thought it would take to get fixed.


Down the street a bit is The Crooked Tree where they serve scrummy crepes.


And here is Griff Dogs, a hotdog place that has a public phone box inside – you go in and dial a number, then if there’s room, a secret side door open and you enter into a tiny little secret bar that stands about 4 people.


Heading into Alphabet City and into Tompkins Square Park…. I love the green spaces in New York.


This one has a dog area as well.


And an active bird population…


And squirrel…


Then as I wandered around Alphabet City I came across quite a few vacant blocks that had been transformed into community gardens.  It’s lovely.


Not a lot of space here to park your hog… (Shoulls, are these good ones?)


Cool murals on the walls…


More gardens with award winning art.


As I walked west it started to rain.  Not too heavy, but enough to put your hood up and open the brolly.  So I caught the L train from east to west and wandered around Greenwich Village.  I love Bleeker Street, and stumbled upon the Magnolia Bakery (made famous by Carrie on SaTC) and it was packed!


Then I wound my way through the streets…


… until I got to Perry Street.  This is the street where Carrie from Sex and the City’s stoop is, but that wasn’t the reason I was there today – no-siree… Today I was going to nonchalantly walk past Hugh Jackman’s apartment building and see if he noticed me.  To be honest I would have been happy with Deborah as well.


I’d read that his apartment was on the corner of Perry Street and West Street – facing the Hudson River, so there was a choice of two…


I think it’s this one…. but they weren’t home, damn it.


So I cross the highway and walked along the river… in the rain.



The view over to Jersey.


It wasn’t enjoyable to be walking in the rain so I turned at my next opportunity and made my way back through the lovely streets, past the lovely stoops, back to the subway.


I’ll tell you who didn’t mind the rain… these guys.  The black one on the left was getting a telling off by the lady.