... so, after helping mend a mate's mast, Mr Brown & I headed uptown. To Times Square.

We thought we may get some of those last-minute tickets to some show or other. Not that we're particularly keen on seeing a show, but when in town...

One look at the queue put a stop to that idea.

The very thought filled us with horror.

So, after stopping at a diner for a spot of (very late) lunch, we headed homeward via the Bowling Green Park, to take a peek at the New Amsterdam Village that's been set up as part of the NY400 celebrations. We ate a couple of
Poffertjes (yummy, yum, yum), looked at cheese,
chocolate, flowers, clogs and BEES!

The bees had a nice visitor too,

who had frightened all the big (read GIANT) Dutchmen at the bee display.
Then off past the old customs house where I noticed a wee bit of green insisting on being there.

(Why do they insist on all these poor girls having their tits out? It must be freezing come winter.)
Through the park where we were offered cheap watches and handbags (did not need) and met this cheeky fellow.
Who seemed interested in a cheap watch but had no $$ in his
pocketses.
Mr Brown
forbade a pat attempt, rabies or
some such apparently.

This green space along West Street is amazing, dog parks, child parks, community gardens.

I love it.

And then we went
here for dinner and ate ... too much I'm afraid, those
Poffertjes were probably not the best idea after a late lunch, but I cannot resist
Poffertjes!
6 comments:
The main perils of being on vacation is eating too much, drinking too much and wearing out the feets. By those measures, you are having a splendid vacation.
I have neffertje heard of a Poffertje. Must go Google. (I'm imagining powdered sugar... Hot grease...)
And spending too much money!
By the way, that statue looks like a man with tits.
No shows?
We have friends who periodically go to NYC and get tickets for every Broadway, Off-Broadway and Off-Off-Broadway show they possibly can. They absolutely saturate themselves in all things theater for several days.
You and Mr. Brown are simply their counter balance; the yin to their yang!
;o)
- Lee
P.S. I'd never heard of Poffertjes either, but now I want some...
Zoomie - you forgot spend too much money. We've measured up most splendidly I think, yes.
Cookie - you imagine correctly, only melting butter rather than grease. Teeny wee pancakes.
E- O, my, we have done that, by the buckets!
Lee, no shows, I'm not particularly keen on musical theatre and that's what appears to be on offer. Too lazy/tired to go searching for anything better. Next time perhaps.
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