We hit the streets. We hit them hard. Manhattan is best seen on foot, so the Pirate and I walked. We've followed the guidelines of the "Bible", we went on a pilgrimage to to the UN building, Empire state, Central park and Strawberry fields, Guggenheim, which had a lovely architecture but nothing worthwhile inside, we crossed Times Square and strolled on Broadway, it even dictated what to eat in Chinatown and Hell's kitchen...
Monday night we partied with six other Swedes, three of Turtle's friends, the ones he lived with, and one friend of mine and his cousin, who just happened to be here right now. We started off in Aquavit, a fancy Swedish restaurant where Turtle and his friend new the waiter, Jonathan. We ended by closing the bars in East Village.
Tuesday night Mom and my three younger siblings arrived. Some people say that it's weird to meet your family after so long, but for me it was as if it was yesterday. My littlebrother, the Comedian, told entertaining anecdotes, the Spartan, on the other hand, doesn't talk too much, my baby sister, the Fashionista, was more concerned about matching her outfit than wearing comfortable shoes, and Mom, well, she is Mom. Without any ceremonies, I turned into a domestic dictator, telling the Fashionista to get different shoes, pushing them to walk up and down Manhattan, only allowing them breaks every once in a while when they started to complain about hunger or hurting feet. Look, this is the Flatiron building, it is very beautiful, there we have the Library, watch the ceiling, over there is the Statue of Liberty, take out your cameras...
My camera started working again, it was the moisture that had killed it, it improved my mood dramatically. Still, we went to B&H and bought a camera for the Comedian. Almost everyone who works at B&H are orthodox Jews and buying a camera is a mere procedural, they have to many expensive stuffs so you don't get the camera before you've payed it. There are four stations, first you look at the display items and make your decision and get a printout of the camera you want from a Jewish worker, then you go to a counter where they send for the camera from the storage and it arrives on a conveyor belt, you order the memory cards and everything is put in a bag and sent on the belt to an elevator downstairs where you pay and then at the last stop you pick up your bag.
PICTURES (from the days when my camera actually worked):
The UN building is ugly as fuck...
...but it's a beautiful idea of peace.
This is the ceiling in the public library:
Most of the streets looks something like this with crazy traffic and yellow cars:
From Empire State Building we got a pretty view of Manhattan...
More cabs.
The intersection of Broadway and Fifth Ave, with the Flatiron Building and the Manhattan skyline in the distance, first before dusk and then after dark.
Manhattan by night.
The Statue of Liberty from the Staten Island ferry and the Manhattan skyline
And the photographer...
...wearing her San Francisco T-shirt, tsk.
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